Forgive Me- Part 1
Definitely Not Human
I moan as I stretch out in my bed, my joints popping at the extent of the movement. I relaxed into the pillows and sighed happily. What a great night sleep. I laid there for a minute before everything came flooding back. The phone call, my drinking, skipping down the street with Jaime, falling asleep in the shower, Jaime pulling me out and helping me get dress and into bed... Jaime staying with me. Wait. He pulled me out of the shower. Naked. My hand automatically flew to my thigh which was now hidden by my trackies (for people who don't know, they're sweat pants) Oh god. What if he saw? Shit! What am I going to do? No one knows about them! Not even Isaac! Hell, I wouldn't even let him touch my legs in case he realised! Oh god! I hope he doesn't hate me! Speaking of... Where is he? Did he ditch? Well, after last night I wouldn't be surprised... Especially if he saw my scars. I sighed and threw of my blankets and heaved myself out of bed and headed to the kitchen to get some juice.
The house smells so good!!!! My god! Who is cooking and what in god’s name are they making? I turn the corner to see Jaime in the kitchen standing over the stove.
"What are you making?" I asked as I wandered over.
"Everything, bacon, eggs, pancakes, toast, spaghetti, sausage, mushroom, tomato. Full breakfast." He smiled at me. "I also looked for aspirin because I figured you'd have a headache but I couldn't find any"
"Nah I'm fine, for some reason I don't get hangovers, also, we use Panadol in Australia, or Nurofen." He just looked at me.
"What kind of human being doesn't get hangovers?"
"Maybe I'm not human" I raised at him and smirked before heading to the fridge and grabbing the juice. "You want one?"
"Yea, that'd be great" I grabbed two glasses and poured us both a drink and handed him his, "Thanks, okay, sit. Your food is ready"
He handed me a plate and it was almost over flowing. "Umm, I don't know if I can eat this much..." I said looking at the plate warily. There was enough to feed an army.
"Too bad, you didn't eat last night so you're eating now."
"I did eat!"
"A small fries doesn't count"
"Of course it does!"
"Not when you're drinking!" He looked me dead in the eye while taking a bite of his toast.
"Yea, about that... I am so, so sorry!! I swear I'm not normally like that! I don't know what came over me. But thank you so much for taking care of me, you didn't have to do that"
"That's okay, it was my pleasure, plus, I'm absolutely spectacularly amazing remember?" He smirked and blood rushed to my cheeks in embarrassment. "Hey, I don't mean to impose or anything, but what did Isaac say that set you off so badly?"
"Oh, well, he's always been a really jealous guy and doesn't like it when I hang out with guys he doesn't know, and he flipped when I said I was with you and accused me of cheating"
"What a dick, does that have something to do with that Michael guy?" I stopped eating and looked at my plate. Michael. My heart ached at just the thought of him. "I'm sorry, not my place to ask..."
"No, it's okay..." I paused for a minute before continuing "Michael is my ex. We were dating for like three years and I was head over heels for him, I would have done anything for him. But it turned out that for two p those three years he was cheating on me with my ex-best friend..."
Jaime looked at me with his eyes full of sadness "I am so sorry. You didn't deserve that to happen to you"
I forced myself to smile at him "past is past, there isn't anything I can do now but learn to take everything with a grain of salt"
"That's a good way to think of it I guess..." He didn't look so convinced.
"Yep, now quickly eat and we can head into the city and actually get you a charger today!" I said before returning to my own plate.
When Jaime had finished I was only halfway through.
"How the hell did you do that?"
"I am a Mexican male, it's in my blood" I laughed as he stood up and took his plate to the sink. "Would it be okay if I went and had a shower?"
"Of course" I got up and went to the cupboard to grab him a towel "when you're in let me know and I'll grab you clothes and quickly wash them for you"
"Oh no you don't need to do that"
"You got rained on in them, went drinking in them, and I'm sure I spilt at least one drink on you, you then pulled me out of a shower and got them wet again, and then slept in them. I am going to wash them for you" he just laughed and nodded.
He went into the bathroom and called when I could come in. I snuck in, grabbed his clothes and ran back out. I'm not used to the idea of a naked man in my house. God. Isaac would flip. Even he wasn't allowed to shower here. I put Jaime's clothes into the machine and put them on a quick wash before returning to my breakfast. I got about three quarters of the way through before I felt like I was going to explode, so I took my plate over and put in on the bench next to the sink to clean up later.
My mind kept drifting to the fact that Jaime hadn't said anything about my cuts. Did he not see them? But how could he not? They're very noticeable... Maybe it was just because I was naked. The thought made me blush furiously. No! No! No! You are not allowed to think of him like that! You have a boyfriend! You are not Michael! I heard the loud beeping of the washing machine signalling its finish and pulled the clothes out and put them in the dryer. I walked past the bathroom on the way to my own room to hear that the taps were now off. I knocked on the door quickly.
"You okay in there?" I asked
"Yea, unlike someone I don't sleep in the shower"
"Hey! Come on it was one time!"
"That I know of"
"Oh shut up" I laughed and heard his as well through the door.
"Hey this may sound weird but can I use your hair dryer and straightener?"
"Umm yea go for it" I laughed slightly before continuing to my room to get dressed. I chose simple clothes, some black skinnies and a baggy singlet as the weather was still fairly warm for this time in May. Usually by now it's starting to cool off. Once I'm dressed I head back to my laundry area and open the dryer to see if his clothes are dry and am pleasantly surprised to find that they are. Must be a light fabric. I walk them to the bathroom and knock on the door again.
"Yea?" I hear through the door.
"I have your clothes"
"Oh cool, you can come in you know" I open the door cautiously to see him standing in front of the mirror straightening his hair in just a towel. I have to duck my head to hide my blush.
"Here you go" I said placing them on the bench next to him before sitting on the toilet lid
"Thanks!"
"Your hair looks really good like that" I said watching him
"Thanks, it's a pain in the arse to do though, takes forever"
"Why do it then?"
"Well as you just said, it looks good like this"
"Yea but it looks good curly too"
"Seriously?" He laughed and his dimples showed through.
"Yepp!"
"Well thank you very much!"
"No problem, now hurry up! We gotta go!"
"In a rush to get me out?"
"No, in a rush to have something to do, I'm very impatient"
"Good to know, well my hair is done" he said putting down an turning off my straighter "so now I just have to get dressed" he reached for the clothes and I jumped up.
"That is my cue to leave" he laughs as I shut the door behind me. He soon emerged from the bathroom. Walked up to me and laced my arm through his like he did last night and pulled me to the door.
"Off we go!" He said playfully. He was such an outgoing energetic person. The complete opposite of me. I wish I had his confidence... Maybe if I hang out with him more it will rub off on me. I smile at the thought but it quickly fades as I realise the truth. He's leaving. Why do the good ones always have to leave?
The house smells so good!!!! My god! Who is cooking and what in god’s name are they making? I turn the corner to see Jaime in the kitchen standing over the stove.
"What are you making?" I asked as I wandered over.
"Everything, bacon, eggs, pancakes, toast, spaghetti, sausage, mushroom, tomato. Full breakfast." He smiled at me. "I also looked for aspirin because I figured you'd have a headache but I couldn't find any"
"Nah I'm fine, for some reason I don't get hangovers, also, we use Panadol in Australia, or Nurofen." He just looked at me.
"What kind of human being doesn't get hangovers?"
"Maybe I'm not human" I raised at him and smirked before heading to the fridge and grabbing the juice. "You want one?"
"Yea, that'd be great" I grabbed two glasses and poured us both a drink and handed him his, "Thanks, okay, sit. Your food is ready"
He handed me a plate and it was almost over flowing. "Umm, I don't know if I can eat this much..." I said looking at the plate warily. There was enough to feed an army.
"Too bad, you didn't eat last night so you're eating now."
"I did eat!"
"A small fries doesn't count"
"Of course it does!"
"Not when you're drinking!" He looked me dead in the eye while taking a bite of his toast.
"Yea, about that... I am so, so sorry!! I swear I'm not normally like that! I don't know what came over me. But thank you so much for taking care of me, you didn't have to do that"
"That's okay, it was my pleasure, plus, I'm absolutely spectacularly amazing remember?" He smirked and blood rushed to my cheeks in embarrassment. "Hey, I don't mean to impose or anything, but what did Isaac say that set you off so badly?"
"Oh, well, he's always been a really jealous guy and doesn't like it when I hang out with guys he doesn't know, and he flipped when I said I was with you and accused me of cheating"
"What a dick, does that have something to do with that Michael guy?" I stopped eating and looked at my plate. Michael. My heart ached at just the thought of him. "I'm sorry, not my place to ask..."
"No, it's okay..." I paused for a minute before continuing "Michael is my ex. We were dating for like three years and I was head over heels for him, I would have done anything for him. But it turned out that for two p those three years he was cheating on me with my ex-best friend..."
Jaime looked at me with his eyes full of sadness "I am so sorry. You didn't deserve that to happen to you"
I forced myself to smile at him "past is past, there isn't anything I can do now but learn to take everything with a grain of salt"
"That's a good way to think of it I guess..." He didn't look so convinced.
"Yep, now quickly eat and we can head into the city and actually get you a charger today!" I said before returning to my own plate.
When Jaime had finished I was only halfway through.
"How the hell did you do that?"
"I am a Mexican male, it's in my blood" I laughed as he stood up and took his plate to the sink. "Would it be okay if I went and had a shower?"
"Of course" I got up and went to the cupboard to grab him a towel "when you're in let me know and I'll grab you clothes and quickly wash them for you"
"Oh no you don't need to do that"
"You got rained on in them, went drinking in them, and I'm sure I spilt at least one drink on you, you then pulled me out of a shower and got them wet again, and then slept in them. I am going to wash them for you" he just laughed and nodded.
He went into the bathroom and called when I could come in. I snuck in, grabbed his clothes and ran back out. I'm not used to the idea of a naked man in my house. God. Isaac would flip. Even he wasn't allowed to shower here. I put Jaime's clothes into the machine and put them on a quick wash before returning to my breakfast. I got about three quarters of the way through before I felt like I was going to explode, so I took my plate over and put in on the bench next to the sink to clean up later.
My mind kept drifting to the fact that Jaime hadn't said anything about my cuts. Did he not see them? But how could he not? They're very noticeable... Maybe it was just because I was naked. The thought made me blush furiously. No! No! No! You are not allowed to think of him like that! You have a boyfriend! You are not Michael! I heard the loud beeping of the washing machine signalling its finish and pulled the clothes out and put them in the dryer. I walked past the bathroom on the way to my own room to hear that the taps were now off. I knocked on the door quickly.
"You okay in there?" I asked
"Yea, unlike someone I don't sleep in the shower"
"Hey! Come on it was one time!"
"That I know of"
"Oh shut up" I laughed and heard his as well through the door.
"Hey this may sound weird but can I use your hair dryer and straightener?"
"Umm yea go for it" I laughed slightly before continuing to my room to get dressed. I chose simple clothes, some black skinnies and a baggy singlet as the weather was still fairly warm for this time in May. Usually by now it's starting to cool off. Once I'm dressed I head back to my laundry area and open the dryer to see if his clothes are dry and am pleasantly surprised to find that they are. Must be a light fabric. I walk them to the bathroom and knock on the door again.
"Yea?" I hear through the door.
"I have your clothes"
"Oh cool, you can come in you know" I open the door cautiously to see him standing in front of the mirror straightening his hair in just a towel. I have to duck my head to hide my blush.
"Here you go" I said placing them on the bench next to him before sitting on the toilet lid
"Thanks!"
"Your hair looks really good like that" I said watching him
"Thanks, it's a pain in the arse to do though, takes forever"
"Why do it then?"
"Well as you just said, it looks good like this"
"Yea but it looks good curly too"
"Seriously?" He laughed and his dimples showed through.
"Yepp!"
"Well thank you very much!"
"No problem, now hurry up! We gotta go!"
"In a rush to get me out?"
"No, in a rush to have something to do, I'm very impatient"
"Good to know, well my hair is done" he said putting down an turning off my straighter "so now I just have to get dressed" he reached for the clothes and I jumped up.
"That is my cue to leave" he laughs as I shut the door behind me. He soon emerged from the bathroom. Walked up to me and laced my arm through his like he did last night and pulled me to the door.
"Off we go!" He said playfully. He was such an outgoing energetic person. The complete opposite of me. I wish I had his confidence... Maybe if I hang out with him more it will rub off on me. I smile at the thought but it quickly fades as I realise the truth. He's leaving. Why do the good ones always have to leave?
11/13/16