Key word:Not ready.
She needs time, and I’ll give it to her.
In thattime, I’ll show her how I feel instead of telling her in a crappy message.
And to be honest, I also need time, becauseIstill have no idea how I feel.
The only thing I know with no doubt is that I don’t feel right when I say I don’t like her.
I feel right when my heart is beatingforher, and who am I to deny my own heart?
I finally slept through the whole night, which is a win.
I don’t feel like jumping off my balcony right now. Instead, I actually want to get out of bed.
I sit up and stretch out. I look at myself in the bathroom mirror and smile.
What the hell are you doing, man?
I stop smiling, because that was weird.
I start brushing my teeth when I hear Tilly’s voice float through the apartment.
“Food’s ready!”
It’s probably not, but I finish up either way.
When I get to the kitchen, she smiles and hands me four plates.
“Can you take these to the table, please?”
“Good morning, T.” I tilt my head to the side.
“Oh, good morning,” she blushes. “Sorry, I’m all over the place right now.”
I laugh and go to the dining table.
When I get back, I ask. “What are we having today?”
“Just set up the table and you’ll see.”
I can see she’s making pancakes, and just like I suspected, they arenotready.
Why do all girls say they are done cooking when they aren’t even close to being done?
I know Tilly is avoiding any sort of talk about yesterday evening, but I honestly don’t want to talk about that anyway, so I don’t mind.
“Hey, Luca.” Yana sits down in her usual seat. “How’d you sleep?”
I can hear the slight caution in her voice, and I feel terrible for making my friends feel like they need to be careful around me.
“I actually slept amazingly.” I look at her, and she smiles, making me feel even worse.
I have been a horrible friend and roommate these past days, and it makes me sick.
“I’m so sorry for being weird these past couple of days. I don’t know what came upon me.”
“You’re good. I knew you’d be fine.”
