AUTHOR'S NOTES: Wow, again, thank you so much for the reviews. I can't say how much it means to me and I'm pleased to see that Madison isn't very Mary-Sueish. Well, I won't keep you waiting, so here is the fourth chapter! Enjoy!
The next morning, I woke up to sunlight softly caressing my cheeks. I groaned as I stretched, blinking a couple of times. It felt good to sleep on a bed, for once, I decided. Quickly, I changed out of my loose pajamas and into loose jeans and a plain, grey T-shirt. Tying my bandana around my head so my hair wouldn't fall in my face, I quietly made my way downstairs. I didn't want to wake Rainey, and wanted to make him a good breakfast that didn't consist of corn.
I was surprised to see the kitchen cleaned as I opened the refrigerator and quickly decided to go shopping for food sometime. I took a carton of eggs and placed it on the sink. Trying to be as cautious as possible, I looked around for a skillet and a mixing bowl. After finding the cooking utensils, I placed them on the sink and cracked the six remaining eggs in the mixing bowl. I threw away the egg carton and found a fork in the silverware drawer. I quickly began mixing so the eggs turned a light yellowish color. Placing the skillet on the pre-heated stove, I looked back in the fridge for butter. I took a swab of it with a butter knife and put it in the skillet, watching it sizzle hungrily. After a moment, I carefully dumped about half the egg batter into the skillet. Quickly finding a spatula, I began to make eggs for Mr. Rainey and I.
Right after I had the table set, I heard the stairs squeak and I quickly sat down, pretending to stare intently at my nails.
"What's this?" Rainey asked, slightly confused, looking at the table.
"Breakfast," I replied flatly. "Is that okay? Do you want something else?"
A look of surprise crossed his face as he sat down. "Huh? No, no. This is fine." His attention was drawn back to the hot food. "I just didn't expect it, that's all."
I couldn't help but feel slightly offended. I mean, he hired me to do this kinda stuff, right? I sat across from him and patiently waited for him to begin to eat.
"It's not drugged, is it?"
Suddenly, I began to crack up. His head snapped up in my direction in surprise, which made me laugh harder.
"What?!"
"You-you actually think that I'd drug you?" I choked through laughter, tears coming in my eyes.
"What?" he asked, a small smile upon his lips. "Yesterday, I felt like you wanted to kill me. Now, you make breakfast for me, and I'm supposed to believe you did this for no reason?"
My laughter subsided but I continued to smile. "I did it for a reason."
He rose his eyebrows in surprise and I continued. "You were really.. um.. nice last night and I wanted to return the favor... even though you hired me to do this."
I could tell he didn't believe me so I took my fork and stabbed some of his eggs, getting a big chunk. I brought it over to my face and said, "Watch, I'll prove it." With that, I put the eggs in my mouth, chewed them quickly, and swallowed. I smiled with satisfaction and began to eat mine.
Quirking an eyebrow, he cautiously began to eat the eggs that I had made. Breakfast was silent, which I was thankful for, and afterwards, he excused himself to go and change. I nodded and after he left to go upstairs, I cleaned the table.
Ten minutes later, Rainey came bustling down the stairs. I glanced at him and quirked an eyebrow. He was wearing a tan long-sleeved shirt and dark brown pants. His hair was tamed and tied back into a loose ponytail. He had his glasses on and flashed me a smile. "Miss the robe?"
I smiled and rolled my eyes at him, going back to washing the dishes. He had a very nice smile. I felt my heart skip a beat every time he smiled, although I had no clue as to why.
"I'm going out today," he announced, grabbing his keys. "I'll pick up lunch, okay?"
I nodded and he quickly left. After I finished washing the dishes, I decided that there was no time like the present to begin to clean. I walked into the living room and began straightening out papers and books. I quirked an eyebrow as I found an empty ashtray on the coffee table and silently wondered if he still smoked.
Twenty minutes later, I finished the living room, feeling very proud of myself. The bookshelf was straightened, the floor was clean. The coffee table still had the stains but they weren't as noticeable. The couch was much more neat and organized, although the grove was still there. And probably will always be, I thought, throwing away paper towels.
I rubbed my hands together and finally decided that I was going to take a quick shower. I quickly removed my clothes after I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The bathroom was small and it appeared that Rainey had recently replaced a mirror and a shower door. I stepped into the shower and closed the door, feeling the hot beads of water prick my skin. I let a smile escape on my face; it had been a long time since I had a hot shower.
After fifteen minutes, I stepped out of the shower and hummed a song I had heard a long time ago. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my wet body. I wiped off the mist that had formed on the mirror during the shower and glanced at myself, drying my face with a towel.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and there stood Rainey. Too shocked to scream, I just stared at him like a deer in headlights. His eyebrows were raised and his mouth formed a small 'o'.
Suddenly, a wave of realization crashed on us both at the same time. He back out, closing his eyes and babbling apologies. I pointed roughly at the door, not saying anything but turning red. I slammed the door and suddenly, I began to laugh. The look on Rainey was priceless. I wish I had had a camera to take a picture of it.
Quickly, I got changed and cleaned up the bathroom. I walked downstairs and found a blushing Rainey, sitting at the table and reading the newspaper. Hearing the familiar squeak in his stairs, his eyes snapped up and met mine.
"Madison, I am so sorry," Rainey said, his cheeks becoming crimson. "I had no idea you were in the shower."
"Don't worry about it," I said, sitting across from him. "I should've locked the door."
He smiled and I felt my heart skip again. I had no idea why it was doing such things. I mean, I didn't even know this man. People say he's murderer and he hasn't that proved he wasn't. Plus, it's not like I knew him enough to fall for him. I mean, I obviously was physically attracted to him, I mean, who wouldn't be, but it's not that I liked him. Right?