-Beep-Beep-Beep-

I smack my side table. Miss.

-Beep-Beep-Beep-

Okay, alarm, I get it. I'm up. Dear Lord! My head head hurts. I should probably take something for it. I roll over under my comforter and look at my bedroom door and stick out my hand. It's so cold out there, but I need to start my day and do something productive. I sit up out of bed and the feeling of the cold air on my chest sends cold chills down my spine. Maybe I should sleep with more clothes on? I slump over to my closet and grab a sweater and throw it on and head for the kitchen. Can't start my day without breakfast I suppose.

Once in my small, but manageable kitchen I look in the fridge. Empty carton of milk, sad looking stick of butter, and left overs from a few nights before. I frown at the memory of as to why I have no food in my refrigerator . That's right. He would bring me breakfast every morning. What ever I wanted, or even something homemade. His cooking was astounding. A lot of which was better than any restaurant I have ever been too. For lunch we would go out if we didn't feel like cooking and for dinner I would cook something up for us. With a sigh I closed the fridge door and noticed a little note pinned by a small tomato magnet. I was a list of ingredients for what was planned for tonight. Tonight I had planned to make homemade pizza from scratch that my Grandfather taught me and my brother to make. It was passed down from generation to generation in our family.

I bring my hand up to where the small note hangs, as warm streaks roll down my face. I try to choke them back, denying that I miss that fucking bastard. The note is now crumpled in my palm and bring my clenched fist to my chest. My back is now leaning on the fridge door and follow it down to the floor. I bring my knees up to my chest, and hug them close.

The house sure is quiet now. Empty. There isn't any sing-song voice resonating through out the walls, or delectable breakfast smells wafting from the kitchen. Just me alone. No breakfast or... Or is care free, happy as a sunny day smile kissed on his face. No one to sneak up behind me as I do the dishes to pepper my neck with kisses, surprising me and getting water everywhere. Nothing what so ever along the lines of that. It is just me with a crumpled grocery list, sitting on the cold linoleum floor, and an empty stomach. Not to mention heart broken. The worst of it all.

This isn't supposed to be how I feel. I am supposed to be upset. Right? He did something so unforgivable, that fucking bastard. That's what he is and I never want to talk or see him ever again! The asshole should just go crawl in a ditch and die for all I care. Because I don't miss him at all. Not his face, or the way my name would roll of his tongue with his sultry Spanish accent. And I especially did not miss the way he would hold me with his hand cupping my face like it were a fragile porcelain egg. Hold it too tight and it would crack and shatter, too loose and it would fall to its doom. He would hold my face with a strong, warm hand, cupped just below my cheek with finger tips brushing right below my jaw; his thumb delicacy drawing little circles on my cheek, occasionally brushing across my bottom lip. He would gaze into my boring hazel brownish eyes with is miraculous, beautiful emerald green eyes that would sparkle like the moon's refection bouncing off the water's edge like nothing I have ever seen before. With a sincere smile spread across his face, not saying a single thing, but telling me everything more beautiful than Shakespeare's Sonnet 18. Of course more beautifully than some stupid Englishman! He could say the most angelic things that would leave your heart fluttering faster than that of the wings of a hummingbird. Especially the way he would tell me the way admired me, and the way he say all the ways he loves me... Or so I thought. And with that my heart sank. It sank into the deepest abyss of any know and unknown region. Fucking Bastard making me feel like think.

-Knock-Knock-

"Fucking lovely. Who the hell is that?" I sniffled. I stood up and wiped my fave and tried damned hard no to look like a seven year old kid who's just been told that the family dog just got hit by a truck chasing after a ball.

-Knock-Knock-

"Alright! I'll be there in a second!" I yelled. When I opened the door I was suppresed to see my freakishly tall neighbor in my hallway.

"The fuck you want?" I spit out.

"Oh, um..." He paused. "I wanted to apologise for the other night."

I narrowed my eyes at him and crossed my arms just staring at him.

"So..." He scratched his chin. "I'm sorry?"

"You don't sound it." I deadpanned and slammed the door in his face. "Bastard." I muttered and headed towards the couch. But as soon as I sat I heard him yell through the door.

"Look, I really am sorry. I didn't mean to do that." He paused. "Will you come back to the door so I can apologise to you face like a man. Unlike that-"

Before he could finish those last words I had slammed the door open and was jabbing my finger in his face. "Don't you dare finish that last sentence! You know nothing about Antonio. Nor is it any of your business you fucking dick! You come strolling outside last night and cleaning up after me and try 'saving' me. I don't fucking need your help. nor did I need it the other night! So just keep all you god-damned comments, thoughts, and so-called help to yourself! Got that, jackass?" I huffed and was breathing pretty heavily. There was an awkward silence between us until he muttered,

"...Yeah I do. But I am sorry. I didn't mean to force myself on you. I'm not that kind of a man, and I-" he was cut off again. But this time if was by a woman's voice.

"Hey, Abel?"

And suddenly there was an average sized woman with light brown almost blond hair with a ribbon tied in her hair. She walked down the stairs and turned down the hallway towards us. She was actually kind of cute. Too cute to be with this giant Frankenstein's monster look alike acutally.

"Abel? Are you done talking yet? Breakfast will get cold." She said with a motherly tone in her voice.

"No." He said sounding more annoyed and bored than usual.

"Well will you be done soon?" She asked.

"Dunno..." He replied with out even looking at her. Still looking at me actually. Creep.

"Okay." She then averted her eyes to me and gave me a cat like smirk and gave Abel a smug creepy grin. "Is this him? He's cute! Well hurry up you two!" And with a wince from Abel at those words she was gone.

"What was that I?" I heard myself ask.

"My sister."

"Ah..."

Silence.

"Um.. What did she mean by all of that?" I cautiously asked. Slightly afraid of the answer now knowing she's related to him.

"Well..." He thought to himself. "Something about 'Apology Waffles'" He answered, shying away.

"E-excuse me?" I stuttered at the awkward man.

"I like I said, I wanted to apologise for the other night." He sauntered.

"Uh huh."

"So will you have some?"

"I'm not hungry." I frowned not wanting anything from him. But just then I felt my stomach turn and a bubbly vibration rippled through my abdomen with a erupting gurgle.

"Hm. I think you are."

"Fine." I groaned knowing I didn't have any food of my own and I wouldn't make far to a restaurant without passing out from starvation. Besides over the smell of that horrible tobacco, I can smell the tantalizing aroma of waffles. He then turned and headed for the stairs, I followed suit. But the something clicked as my foot hit the seventh step.

"Hey, Bastard!" I called. "If they are you're 'Apology Waffles' the why is your sister making them?" I huffed.

"Um.. because" He then mumbled something inaudible. I raised a brow at him.

"What what that?"

"Because, I" He sighed. "don't know how to make waffles. And she came over early this morning for some reason and wondered why-" This time he cut himself off. "I just asked her okay?"

"Whatever." And we continued up the stairs.

A/N: Thanks for everyone's reviews! It got me excited to write this next one. But I really hate this chapter. Everyone feels so OOC. But next Chapter will be better. I have it all planned out actually. So hopefully I will have the next chapter out a lot faster.

BUT Valentine's Day is coming up, So I have a little fic idea planned for it. So maybe I wont have it up as soon as I thought. I actually have two ideas for it so maybe I will write them both for Valentine's Day. -cough cough justusingvalentine' cough cough- Oh, man I have got to have that coughing checked out. Tehe.

Anyways Thanks for reading this terrible excuse for a chapter and Thanks to my beta for helping with this Chapter

Reviews are always welcome.