Eliane

David didn't say anything as we got to my house. I just showed him to my mom and he put this bag near my dresser, took his shoes off, and put them under my bed. I took my shoes off then grabbed some clothes from out of my dresser. Heading to the bathroom to change, David called out to me.

"Where are you going?" I turned around and looked at him.

"Bathroom." And with that, I walked away. I didn't even feel like talking to him. With how he's been acting towards me, there's nothing for us to talk about.

Once I got to the bathroom, I looked into the mirror, and I was shocked. My hair looked crazy but David didn't say anything. I took my glasses off, put my hair into a bun, and took my clothes off. My curvy waist, plum butt, and big breasts is something I'm proud about. I never really show off my body unless I'm wearing something cute and tight.

My stomach wasn't flat but I'm ok with that. As I was checking my body out, the door opened unexpectedly.

"Elaine-" David stopped in his tracks and all we could do was stare. Nobody had ever seen me like this. This is the first time someone has ever looked at me with lust in their eyes.

"Get out!" And with that, I pushed him out, and slammed the door shut. I made sure to look it because I don't need that to happen again. I don't know how to feel. Should I feel good that I got his attention? Should I feel bad that he's seen my body?

I don't know but what I do know is that I need to hurry up and get dressed. Putting on my clothes, I put my glasses on, and left out the bathroom. I could hear my tv on and I wondered what he's watching.

"What are we watching?" David was laying down on my bed. He made sure to change his clothes before laying down.

"Some crime show. Nothing good is really on right now." I nodded my head and went on the other side to lay down.

"Tell me about yourself David." I turned on my side to face him and he looked at me.

"Well I'm about to turn 18 in three months, I'm the only child but I wish that I had siblings, I like to draw, I know how to cook, I make a mean Italian pasta, I'm actually half Italian and half caucasian, I play basketball, and I plan on going to UCLA when I graduate."

I'm surprised and I can tell that it showed on my face.

"What?"

"I didn't know you could cook. Who taught you how to make Italian pasta?"

He took a deep breath and sat up. "My grandma on my moms side was Italian. I used to help her cook everyday that she lived with us. On Sunday's when we came back from church, my grandma would go to the kitchen to start cooking. She'd have this massive fest. I'd always make sure to help with the pasta and she let me. It was our favorite thing to do together."

I could see the distant smile on his face.

"What happened to her?" His smile left.

"She died of cancer when I was 14. The worst day of my life." I didn't know what to say and I know that I'm sorry wouldn't work, so I just rubbed his hand.

Letting him know that even though he may feel alone, he's not. David looked at me and gave me a small smile.

"Tell me about you." We looked into each other's eyes and I could feel this moment.

"I'm 15. My birthday is November 1st. I know how to cook. Whatever you want I can make. My parent's divorced and so my dad left. It's been me and my mom ever since. We leave state after state because my mom finds a different job all the time. She claims this will be our permanent home but I don't know. She says that every time."

"What does your mom do for a living?"

"She works as an architect." He nods his head and turns back to the movie.

"I feel like taking a nap." I said and then I yawned.

"You tired too?" He asked. I nodded my head and he got under the covers.

"Come on. Let's take a nap." I got under the covers and laid on my side. Closing my ices, I drifted off to sleep to the sound of David's breathing.