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CHAPTER NINETEEN
"Brad," I whisper, my voice croaky from the fact I just woke up. "Brad." I repeat and poke his cheek as he doesn't move.
"What do you want?" He mumbles and shifts slightly, tightening his grip around my waist and I roll my eyes.
"We need to get ready for school," I tell him and he sighs. Does he always have to sigh?
"What time is it?" He asks and lets go of my waist and I don't know how I feel about it, somewhat disappointed.
"Uh, I don't know," I turn around and pick up my phone, reading the time. "It's 11AM, great."
"Wow," he says, surprised and I sit up, rubbing my eyes. "I've never slept for so long."
"Same," I laugh and he stretches his arms. "And I've also never been late to school."
"There's no point going to school now, is there?" He laughs and I stand up, stretching my arms and yawning. "Is breakfast ready?"
"What?" I glance at him, confused, and he sighs. "Breakfast isn't ready because, unlike you, we have to do it ourselves."
"Great," he murmurs and stands up too, walking out the room and I find myself following him down the stairs and into the kitchen. "What do you want to eat?"
"Um. . . surprise me? I'm gonna get a shower whilst you prepare food," I say and he nods, turning to the different cabinet doors as I exit the kitchen.
Quickly, I grab my towel and strip before getting into the shower. I wash myself in the matter of ten minutes and grab my towel and wrap it around my waist. Cautious that Brad could be upstairs, I check the hallway before running quickly to my room.
"Mol! Are you out the shower?!" Brad shouts from the bottom of my stairs and I shout a quick yes as a reply.
I plug my drier in and grab some clothes from my wardrobe and I almost jump out my skin as my door opens and Brad sees me wrapped in my towel. And he had the nerve to look me up and down!
"Sorry, I, uh," he turns around quickly as he sees me glare at him. "I couldn't find some stuff to make pancakes and was gonna ask you to help me find some stuff–"
"It's fine," I sigh. "Just give me like five minutes." He nods and walks out, not daring to glance back at me.
When I'm finally ready, I jog down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Brad waits patiently on his phone.
"Pancake mix, right?" I say as I walk to the food cabinets.
"Yeah," he replies and I pull out the pancake mix and slide it across the counter to him. He turns on the stove and puts a pan on top.
I grab some plates and put them next to him for when he's done and plug my phone into the stereo, switching on some music.
Ride by Icona Pop begins playing through the speakers and I move my hips to the beat, dancing round the kitchen as I sing along to the words.
Brad laughs as he flips the pancake and I bump butts with him exaggeratively and grab a wooden spoon, using it as a microphone.
"Come on Brad, sing with me!" I laugh as I notice him looking at me with a grin on his face.
"No, no. . . I don't sing," he shakes his head but I grab his hand and dance around the kitchen with him. He rolls his eyes at my childish mood and places his hand on my hips as we dance together.
His eyes didn't leave mine as I singed the words (it was more of a shout), and as the song comes to an end, he leans in, his lips not far from mine and my heart accelerates and my head starts spinning. This is so. . . strange.
"Can I ki–?"
Before he can ask anything else, he's interrupted by one thing: the fire alarm.
some of y'all confused when brad said "my insomnia subsided" basically he has insomnia (duh) and that means 'sleepless', so he doesn't sleep/struggles to get to sleep but because it "subsided", he got to sleep really easily hM hM HM i Wonder whY;)
