"The fuck!"
Shawn smashed the controller, playing asphalt 9, crashing his car. His eyes are focused on the TV screen.
"Why are you here?" I asked curiously.
"I slept here last night" he said still locking his eyes on the TV screen. I wonder where Rem is. Maybe he fucked one of those girls in the party. Eww.
Last night, I took Zia home drunk. Her mom scolded her. I went home after that and this morning, I got a text from Rachel, finally she got my number, maybe mom gave it to her. She texted me to come here and cook for Malcolm since she has a lot to do.
So here I am, in the kitchen cooking breakfast, frying the egg and bacon simultaneously.
"What are you frying?" Malcolm's raspy voice suddenly appeared, he just woke up probably, walking downstairs shirtless.
He's the sexiest man ever exist.
If you ask me who's perfect? Him.
" Hey dork"
I try myself not to look at his six-pack abs. He's wearing nothing but only his pajama.
" You're drooling"
I look at him a smirk showed in his face.
" Fuck it!"
Malcolm scrunched up his face. He probably crashed his car again.
Malcolm interrupted and took his controller.
"What the hell dude?" Shawn growl running the finger into his hair in annoyance.
"I'm better with this"
"No"
"Watch me"
They argue like a kid. I gave them the food for their breakfast in the table since they were too busy buzzing. I get back to the kitchen.
"See?" Malcolm exclaims in victory.
I peek through the kitchen. I can see his abs showing.
I try not to look.
I try.
===
"Let's play"
"No" I shook my head, Malcolm scrunched up his nose. How cute.
"So what do you want to do?" I settle a seat beside him.
"Nothing" I shrug, he pouts putting his arm on my shoulder. That's way too heavy.
I ty to get off his arm but he doesn't budge.
"How about cards?"
"Still no"
"I'm bored in here let's just go outside "
"N-
" You can't say no this time" dragging me. I tried to complain but he grip me tight, leading me the way to the balcony. His muscles are showing I couldn't take my eyes off.
He losen the grip this time. I look at him, wrinkling my eyebrows.
"What?"
"Don't you know that I'm still mad at you?" I crossed my arms looking in the garden. I didn't know Rachel loves flowers. There's a lot of roses and sunflowers and they perfectly bloom.
"I can make a way to apologize"
"What?"
"I want to show you something" he pull my arms again. Oh god.
"Where are we off to?" I asked, walking into the forest. Why are we here?
"You're gonna do something awful, don't you?"
He laughs, shooking his head.
"What are you thinking?" he look at me
I look away "Nothing!"
He chuckled "Just trust me we're about to reach there"
I trust him this time. I wish you won't do something stupid this time.
We stop walking and I can see a tree house with a swing bench on the bottom.
What a beautiful place.
I gasp in such surprise. "Is this yours?"
"Yeah"
"You built it?"
"Of course" he proudly says.
"Alone?" I raised my eyebrow.
"This is my hideout. Nobody knows this place but you"
I don't know why he showed this to me. I might think this place is so important for him.
We climbed up in the ladder and take a seat on the wooden floor. I can see a lantern in the corner. Maybe he used that at night when he comes here.
"This is perfect" I muttered roaming my eyes inside. This place is tiny yet so beautiful. I love the fresh air.
"Really?"
"Absolutely!"
A wide grin shows up in his face. He's so adorable.
"I built this alone back when I was thirteen."
"That's cool" I awed.
"How did you do that?"
"I'm kidding" he chuckles weirdly.
"I remember myself stealing the nails and the hammer at the backyard and then dad scolded me"
I laugh "You're an idiot"
"Dad forced me to tell him what did I do to his hammer, with his belt out" he laughs weakly
I look into his weak smile. He's probably missing his dad.
"I told him I was making a tree house and then he proposed for helping me out but I told him not to tell anyone"
"Uh-mm where's your dad?" I asked curiously, made him look sadder.
"Oh sorry I didn't mean that"
"I don't know why I showed this to you" he pauses looking at the big tree in front of us with a nest in the branch of it. "This is my secret place where I hid when I'm feeling blue"
He continues "D-dad is gone" he said weakly, his tears about to fall.
"I'-m sorry" is all I say, embracing to comfort him.
"It's all my fault" he sobs, leaning into my chest.
"Shhh it's not your fault" I comfort him, patting his back softly.
He look up, looking at my eyes full of tears. He wipe the tears in his shirt.
"Don't tell anyone about this"
"I swear I won't tell anyone"
"For real?"
I form a litte pinky swear. "I promise"
He let our finger crossed for a moment. A smile form in his lips, I look at his beautiful dark eyes shining.
I never seen Malcolm this way before. It breaks my heart seeing him sad. I don't wanna open up about his dad again. I don't want to see him hurt.
===
We're still in the tree house. We both doze off to sleep until we realize it's already dark. We both walk the path way home.
"I'll walk you home" he insists
"No I'm fine"
"I insist"
I sighed because I can't argue with him right now. I nod and walk and about to slip my feet on the rock. He instantly support my back and my face went red.
I'm lucky it's dark in here he won't see my face so red.
"Be careful" he said worriedly, holding my hand. I can't get through this.
I could see the lights coming from the street. Finally.
We're walking toward our house until we reach there.
"Can I come in?" Malcolm grins, we're in front of the door.
"No"
"Yes"
The door opens widely and mom appears. "Hey honey" and she look at Malcolm with a questioning look.
"This is Malcolm, Rachel's son"
"Oh hi, I never thought you're at the same age with my daughter, come in"
"Mom!" I gave her a dead look
"Visitors are welcome Riley" mom eyed me and I literally scoffed.
Malcolm look at me grinning before stepping inside.
"Do you want cofee? Juice?" Mom offers
"No- thank you Miss? , we'll just want to watch a movie"
"What?" I eyed him.
"Just call me Loren"
"Okay Miss Loren, it's nice to see you"
I just literally rolled my eyes for him being nice with my mom. Tss.
"Okay enjoy!"
He drag my arm toward my room. Since when did he used to pulling my arms? Ugh.
"What are you doing in my room?"
He scans all over my room and smiled when he saw my bunny bear pillow.
"That looks cute" he simpered
I wrinkle my eyebrows "Aren't you gonna watch a movie?"
"H-mm" he look up the ceiling, putting his fingers on his chin, thinking. "No"
"So you lied to mom" I snort
"Kind of"
"Bastard"
He roam his eyes to the drawers, sliding it open.
"No" I complained, shooking my head, sitting in my bed. His mood changed. It's a good thing.
So I just let him scan my room. He reached in my closet, scrunching his nose to see those clothes. Yeah yeah I know.
He look into my wall where my pictures displayed. I rushed toward it, covering it in my arms.
"No!"I whine while I can smell his breath straight in front of my me. His mint smell got me distracted.
He grins while forcing my arms to reveal my pictures. Oh my god. This man is so strong.
I can't help it. He examined the whole pictures and I definitely groan in irritation. I don't want him to see my face. This is so embarrassing.
"You're so cute dorky" he smirk still looking in my photos.
"Heh!" I mutter sheepishly
"That's enough!" I pull his arm toward the bed, made him sitting there.
"Are you not going home?"
"Later"
"I'm tired, I have to sleep" I crawled up in my bed, covering my body with my blanket.
"I will watch over you"
"Are you kidding? I scoff
" No" he said sternly
I rolled my eyes "I'll better sleep"
"Okay sleep tight" he murmured, sitting beside me with his arms on his head.
I close my eyes until I doze off to sleep.