Obsessed (18+)

14: Ice Cream, Baby

NICOLAI

I stared at the empty space in my bed, it looked slightly dented as a human was sleeping in it. But that specific human was no longer in bed. Clearly, she knew how to drive me crazy without trying. I had not known her long, in person, but I already knew what I was signing myself up for, especially after our first night together.

Last night only proved to me that I had a shot of being happy with her, especially as we spent the entire time laughing and making incredibly awkward and inappropriate jokes - and she refused to forget the brilliant pasta I attempted to make. When the pizza finally arrived, we decided to watch a movie, but we ignored the entire on-screen adaptation of Narnia to talk to one another. From asking each other embarrassing questions about our pasts, we openly hunted for emotional revelations of one another. I wanted to know her more, and clearly she felt the same way as we interrogated ourselves, making a game out of it. But like all good things, we started running low on energy and stayed quiet, she leaned on my shoulder as another movie played after - one we cared too little about to bother paying attention to. Sleep had got to her first, before it finally got to me, leaving me with the responsibility of tucking her into bed. But I was too drunk to leave her in the guest room, and instead let her sleep in my bed, with me right next to her.

Something fell to the ground in another part of the house, making me sit up, concerned. I sighed as I dropped my weight back onto the bed, after hearing her swear loudly and then make loud shushing sounds to herself. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, smiling to myself as I let my head roll onto the edge of her pillow, I could smell her shampoo on the soft landing. She smelled like apples and something else. I stayed there, with my head buried in the plain object, before finally deciding to climb out of bed and check on her. I recognised the sounds of the cabinets and fridge being opened and closed by a very smart genius.

Waking into the kitchen I caught sight of Lucy climbing onto the work tops to open the cabinets and get a good look at what was on the top shelf. She was not short to struggle reaching them. The sight of her only confirmed that she was still as drunk as I was from last night, but also desperately looking for something. I shook my head sideways, amused by her actions. I moved towards her and stood behind her, to surprise her. Before I did anything, I stared at her plainly revealed body. I could see her black underwear through the plain white shirt she borrowed from me. She looked like my version of carnal desire, if it ever decided to take the form of a living being.

I cleared my throat and earned me satisfaction of success but worries at the same time. She jumped a little and slipped, which resulted in her almost falling straight onto me. I caught her and held her firmly in my arms, looking at her apologetically as I cursed my stupidity in my own head. Finally, I looked at the smaller being as she started to hit me. The abuse was instantly accompanied by loud shouts and screams, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Why are you climbing like Tarzan... around my house?" I asked, emphasising on the word 'my' since she was too busy making it hers. Of course, I jokingly said that after she calmed down a bit.

"I am hungry," she said, finally slumping down on the counter as she held onto her stomach while it rumbled. She placed a short distance between us and it made me feel a little odd. I know she was not trying to be cold, but somehow, I wanted her near me more.

Ignoring my wants, I chuckled and asked, "What would you like to eat?"

It was adorable. Her reaction, I mean, and the way her face literally lit up when she heard the words. It was almost like taking a child to Disney Land and telling them they could act like the spoilt brat they desired to be. But a part of me quickly realised that I was most likely in trouble for asking the question, especially as she fidgeted with her fingers, anxious. I noticed her habit of shaking her leg and clenching her jaws whenever she felt nervous, but the fidgeting was a new thing.

"Ice cream," she quietly answered, a bright smile plastered to her face, and my smile disappeared. She noticed my expression as I watched her happiness fade. Nevertheless, she managed to take me aback again, "Shall we buy some if you don't have any?"

"What kind of human are you?" I chuckled as I decided to ignore her offer and make us a hangover meal. She was most definitely drunk, I had decided, without looking for evidence, which I planned to do once I got the chance to. All I knew was that she was not behaving normally, thanks to all of her emotions being as vibrant as the neon colours of highlighters.

"A happy one!" She playfully said, before falling flat on her face, after jumping off the countertop. I sighed, kneeling in front of her and helped her stand. She took my hand in hers and I noticed how warm she felt, especially against the coldness of my body. Lucia had been awake for a while, it seemed, enough for her body to have adapted to the cold and proceeded to radiate herself.

"Are you o-?" I was cut off by her ridiculously loud laughter that echoed through the kitchen. She smelt like liquor, easily. I looked at her, "Are you drunk?"

She innocently shook her head before moving it in a circular movement and complaining that the world was moving too fast. I sighed before sitting her on a high chair, ensuring she was leaning against the back and that her legs were resting on the small vertical landing on the stool. I left her with the same menu that we looked through for pizza just hours before, to check on my mini bar. I found a few bottles opened and emptied entirely. I should have known.

Sighing, I carried the empty objects to the kitchen and noticed that she was not sat on the chair. Rubbing my neck, I quickly studied the space and looked for her. Someone laughed from beneath the table. After dropping the empty bottles by the sink, I walked over to the table and bent over. "Boo!"

She began laughing loudly before trying to smother the sound with her hands. I smiled as she looked at me and held a finger to her lips, "Shhh, they'll hear us."

I ignored her last statement and looked at her as she stared back at me. She was now giggling to herself, while possibly trying to refrain from being too loud but epically failing at that. I liked her, that much I knew was certain. But there was no denying that she was testing my patience. I almost quickly regretted getting her drunk, but I swore to ask about this chaos when she finally sobered up.

"What do you want to eat?" I asked, nicely, staring at her as she moved closer to me, climbing out from beneath the table. I folded my arms to show her that I was being serious and wasn't going to budge until she gave me a rational answer. I had to get her to eat something, anything to stop her from having a painful and regretful hangover later during the day.

But she was as stubborn as I predicted her to be. She held onto my folded arms and stood on her toes, before whispering in my ears. "Ice cream."

I rolled my eyes at her response, "No ice cream."

"No!" She exclaimed, pouting and trying to give me her best impression of the puppy dog eyes. Brat.

"Nope," I replied.

"I hate you!" She screamed at me before pushing me away as firmly as her drunk personality could. I unfolded my arms, completely amazed at the change in moods, yet completely clueless as to what I should do.

"I am sorry," I whispered as I pulled her closer to me, "I don't have ice cream."

"Buy some," she suggested as sternly as she could.

I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to stay patient with her, "Listen-"

I was cut off by her before I could say anything more, "I don't care! Buy me some!"

"I can't." I growled out of frustration.

"You are a monster!" She scowled, earning herself a glare.

"Fine." I said, completely annoyed at her right now. Her mood changed almost instantly and she smiled happily, content with my new decision. Opening my fridge, I noticed that I had indeed ran out of ice cream, courtesy to Jason staying over the night before she did. I turned to her and said, "Stay put, I will pop into the nearest convenience store and get us some."