《Please Help Me Remember》11
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Why do I sleep so damn much? I woke up on top of Alasdair. I thought about my past actions feeling embarrassed as I seemed clingy and needy.
I observed Alasdair from his long eyelashes to his plump lips, his sharp jawline to his semi dark hair. A sense of familiarity washed over me.
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Waking up like this was the best, Alasdair is always busy so I cant really see him outside of work. But I also have school. Should I make something good today. Something light, a soup a cup of rice and little side dishes? He will appreciate that because I don't cook often. Walking to the kitchen I put everything on the counter before making something.
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I didn't know I was cooking until I broke myself out of the daze I was in. Alasdair will like this. The rice was already in the cooker and the soup was simmering and the side dishes were all ready.
I placed them all on the table after sorting them into different bowls. Alasdair walks in with no shirt and very very low sweats.
He looked out on the table and the corners of his mouth twitched. "It was weird" I whispered. "What was?" He said a little louder than me but softly enough to match my tone.
"I remembered on days like this I treasure them because we don't see each other often, I have school you have work....I don't know about you but I feel really excited about thi-"
I was cut short, I was too busy talking to notice Alasdair had come up to me. His lips were on mine, I was shocked but the stroke of his thumb on my face caused me to respond.
"I missed the little light in your eyes when you get happy" he said, his breath fanning my lips as we pulled apart from the kiss. His lips felt nice I wanted more.
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Alasdair smirked "lets eat, yeah?" We ate our food silently the only thing heard was the the slight tapping of my foot against his leg.
"Do you remember anything else princess?" The new name caught me off guard. I shook my head looking up from my empty plate. I opened my mouth to ask a question but my voice was stuck in my throat. "I- how....um" I paused.
"How many pet names do you have for me?" He was putting the plates away in the dishwasher by the time I was able to get my question out. He beckoned me to follow him with the tilt of his chin and I happily did.
He pulled me into his chest as he laid down. "I have many. Some are baby, bunny, amor, princess." I breathed in softly at the last one. I liked it a little too much. Alasdairs hand was softly stroking up and down my back as he said "is that your favorite princess?" I could only nod not trusting my words.
"I dont like it when you don't use your words" I took in a deep breath before speaking out a weak yes. He shifted closer to my ear, his warm breath hitting the shell of my ear. "Princess" his voice was teasing and it made my cheeks heat up. He repeated it again five more times, each time his voice going deeper and barley above a whisper.
"Princess" my ears were even warm now. I his my face at the crook of his neck not wanting his to see the look on my face. "Princess"
I put my hands on his mouth quickly "enough" I took my head out of its hiding spot to look at him. He had a satisfied look in his eyes, I'm guessing because he had a reaction out of me.
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My mind went pack to the pictures I saw on my phone. "You smoke but it doesn't smell like cigarettes" he chuckled before reaching for something in the nightstand. He pulled it out and showed it to me. "E-cig, as much as you love the smell you don't like it on your clothes." He chuckled. I took the pen from out of his hand and straddles him.
"Show me how to use it" He simply placed the pen in between his lips before taking a pull. Something about it was oddly attractive. Maybe it was the way his lips looked or the way his eyes became intense. He pulled me close by my chin before slowly blowing out causing the smoke to blow into my face. I let out a little giggle "cool"
We were interrupted by a knock at the door. I quickly got up and ran downstairs. It could be Oliver delivering Orion or it could be Ezra.
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Ezra
Something about her seems off. It's like she likes Alasdair and I wouldn't be surprised he's hot, shes hot, and you are?
I like to think im pretty
For someone like you yeah
Someone like me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Come on Rayn pull yourself together why are you doubting yourself?
I opened the door and it was Ezra. I gave her a small smile and opened the door wider letting her in.
"Who was it?" Alasdair asked while coming down the stairs "oh you're early" he mumbled.
Ezra nodded before holding up a bag of Dunkin. "I didn't know if you guys ate yet but y your appearance I was right." She brought out Pu fdrinks and two bagels as well as a donut.
I looked as both of them took a bagel, and I sadly took the donut. Alasdair took the donut put of my hand to replace it with the bagel that was previously in his. I smiled happily staring at the bagel in my hands.
"So why are you here exactly?" I asked Ezra because I had no prior knowledge that she would be here.
She smiled tightly after setting her cup down. "Just to hang out I guess"
And thats exactly what we did. Alasdair left for god knows what and Ezra kept me company. We did nothing but watch movies and talk she told me a few things about myself but nothing that seemed important.
It was dark by the time Ezra left and the silence was so loud. I put my earphones in and went to the music app on the phone looking at different playlist.
There was one playlist, there was only a period in place as the title. I clicked on shuffle and a random song blasted into my ear. The intro was long many guitars and an occasional drum.
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
The first few lines caught me off guard. It was a catchy song and it ran some kind of familiarity. My head was starting to hurt with flashed that were coming into my vision, like I was trying to grasp onto a memory, but nothing happened.
I groaned in frustration. I pulled my earbuds out and went to go to bed. Tired of the days I can't remember.
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