I wake up to the smell of pancakes. I love pancakes. Like who doesn't? Pancakes are the best! I decide to just walk downstairs in my shorts and t-shirt, don't even bother with brushing my hair. Though who does? What's the point? Christina is probably the only one who is home, and she has seen me at my worst, it's not like she is going to care, right? Right.
I walk downstairs and find no one in the living room. Weird, I am positive I can smell pancakes. I walk into the kitchen I find the most unexpected person ever. Four. Who would've thought Four would be here making pancakes.
"Hey." He says with a smile. I look at him, still totally confused. My eyes wander over his body. He must have come right out of the shower, according to how his t-shirt sticks to his body. And his hair. It looks so perfect, I can't even find words to even describe how perfect his hair looks right now. I don't understand how he can look so amazing in just a pair jeans and a t-shirt. How? It should be impossible.
Then my eyes go back to his beautiful face. Beautiful? What has gotten into me? I find him looking at me with a smile on his face and his eyes roaming my body. I look down at what I am wearing, and realize I should probably find some more clothes and my hair? God, my hair! I probably look like a freak right now. What has gotten into you today? Oh, shut up. Why couldn't I just have looked a little better before I went downstairs? I couldn't have just gone to the bathroom and I don't know, just made sure I looked a little better than I do right now.
"I should probably go and change, I didn't realize you were here." I say and turn around.
"You can stay, I made pancakes." He replies and I stop.
"I probably look like a freak right now, I haven't even done my hair or anything – God, why is this happening?" I say, the last bit more to myself than him. And when did I start to get work up on how I look in front of a guy I just met, who - for all I know - already has a wife. I usually don't have a care in the world in what I am wearing, but now I am freaking out because I am wearing - and by the way, an actually nice pair of shorts, and a totally normal pair of t-shirts. Like what the hell is wrong with me today?
"You look fine, come on and eat with me." He says smiling to me. Did he just say I looked fine? Oh, my God, I think I am freaking out. I feel like a teenager again, going crazy that my crush told me I looked fine. Crush? He is not my crush, he is just a really hot guy, who just, I don't know, just told me I looked fine. I should not get work up by this. I shouldn't care. Why do I care now? Nothing has changed, right? Right. "Can you take out two plates?" He asks, looking at me and I nod. I walk over to the cabernet and take out two plates. I set the table and Four come out with the pancakes.
"I didn't know if you liked pancakes, but Christina said you did, so I thought I could make some, I hope that's okay." He tells me as he sits down. I sit down on the opposite side of him and nod.
"I actually love pancakes. "I tell him smiling and he smiles.
"Did you sleep well?"
"You do realize I should be asking you that, right?" I ask, though is more like a statement than a question, and he laughs.
"Well, I am asking you now." He replies with a smile. His smile is so adorable. Adorable? When did ever use words like this to describe a guy's looks?
"Well, I slept good. Now, what about you?"
"Amazing." He replies with a smile. "The others got a call in the morning so they had to leave, as for Christina didn't need to be there until 9."
"What time it is now?" I ask and he looks at his watch.
"Nine thirty." He replies and I nod. Wow, I think this is the first time I have slept that long. That's a first.
"What about you? Do you have to go in today?"
"I have the day off." He replies looking at me.
"The day off huh."
"Yes." He says. He has the day off. Which means I can actually get to know him, before I start work that's it. Damn it, couldn't I just not have work today? Who says he wants to spend today with you anyway? Right, he didn't say that. Why do I even care that he has off work, I shouldn't.
"What are your plans for today then?" I ask him.
"I don't know yet." He replies looking at me. "What about you?"
"I have work later today, but before that, I don't have any plans." I tell him and he nods.
"Well, we could get to know each other a little better, before you need to go to work, that's it. What do you say?" He asks and I nod, trying desperately to hide the fact that my heart is swelling with happiness right now.
"Yeah, I could do that. Though I don't want to keep you from anything." I tell him and he nods. Anything or anyone.
"You won't." He says and I smile.
We continue eating with some small talk. I learned that he grew up with his mom, he does have a little sister, who I can tell he loves with his whole heart. He loves medicine and football or soccer as some people call it. He lives in a small apartment not far from the hospital. Which is about it. When we are done eating, we decided to clean the kitchen and do the dishes. He helps me, though, I wash and he dries. We are quite good at team work I would have to say.
"So, you work as a tattoo artist, now right?" He asks and I nod, giving him a new plate to dry.
"Yes, I do."
"How long for?"
"Well, since I came back from the army." I tell him. "Which is about a month or two ago."
"So, you will not go back to medicine at all?" He asks looking at me. I stop washing the plate and look at him.
"I don't know." I reply and continue washing the dishes. We continue in silence until we are done. "What do you want to do now?" I ask him.
"We could just make some coffee and continue talking, I would like to get to know you, plus it's nice talking to you." He replies and I nod.
"Okay, we could do that." I say and put the coffee machine on. While he gets the coffee ready, I tell him that I am going to go and change and walk up to my room. I find a pair of jeans with a gray side tank top. I walk to my bathroom and luckily my hair doesn't look half that bad as I thought. I brush it and wash my face, no point in putting on makeup now that he has seen me without. I walk downstairs again and find Four sitting, waiting for me outside on the veranda, with the coffee ready, looking at the view. I go and sit down next to him.
"Nice view." He says and I smile at him.
"Yeah, I know, I love it." I tell him and nods smiling.
"So, can I ask how long have you worked in the army?" He asks and I continue looking at the view.
"Since I finished med school." I tell him and he nods.
"What did you specialize in?" He asks and I look at him. "If you did, that's it."
"Pediatrician." I tell him.
"You like kids?"
"I love kids." I look at him and he smiles. "So, when I was in the army, that was the main thing I did, I worked with mothers and kids, but I also had quite some experience with trauma."
"That's cool." He says and I nod.
"Don't you miss it?" He asks and I look at him. Of course, I miss it, but I can't, I can't go back after what happened – what I saw.
"I do – but, things happened that I can't get passed." I tell him, wanting anything to not talk about it. "What about you?" Wanting to change the subject.
"What about me?"
"You are 27 years old – "
"28 years old actually." He says interrupting me and I nod smiling.
"You are 28 years old surgeon, loves your sister, likes football and his job – what else is there to know about you?"
"What do you wanna know?"
"Tell me if you don't want to answer, okay?" I ask him and he nods.
"Shoot."
"Where is your dad?"
"You go straight to that topic huh?" He asks, more to himself than me, I think. "I would have thought you would ask me about my name, or if I am married or – "
"Why do you think I would ask about that?" I ask him, though I do really want to know about both.
"Because that's what everyone asks me, not one time have I gotten the first question asked about my father, it has always been about my name or if I have a wife or what not. Most girls ask about those two first."
"I am not most girls, but if you feel more comfortable answering those two you mentioned now, I would love to hear your answer." I tell him, trying to act like I don't actually care about either of them, but in secret, I really do want to know if he is married. God, what is happening to me?
"You are right, you are not like most girls." He says smiling, that kind of smile that makes my heart jump. "I am not married."
"Girlfriend?" I ask. I have a right to ask now that he mentioned it first, right? It doesn't make me look like I like him. Though I don't like him. Yeah, keep telling yourself that. I don't!
"Nope." Oh my God, he doesn't have a girlfriend. He doesn't have a girlfriend. I think I am freaking out right now. I shouldn't, though.
"I was sure you and Bird had something going on."
"Something did." He replies and I nod.
"Do you want to elaborate?" I ask and he looks at me. "You don't have to."
"Short version is that we dated, I broke up with her, and she still doesn't really accept that." He replies looking out again and I nod.
"Did you newly break up or?"
He looks at me again and smiles. "It's been eight months now."
"Eight months and she still trying to be with you?" I ask and he nods. "That must be tiring."
"Yes, it is, it really is." He says looking out again.
"I don't think she likes me very much."
"I think you are right about that." He says and I nod. "Don't take it personally, though, she doesn't like me talking to any other girls than herself."
"That's duly noted." I reply and he smiles. "So, now, I would really like to hear about your father or would you like me to ask about your nickname?"
"My nickname?" He asks and I nod at him. "Why do you think my name is a nickname?"
"Well, I do believe your mom didn't name you after a number."
"She might have."
"I doubt that, but fine, it's up to you if you want to tell me." I tell him and he nods.
"Can I ask you something?" He asks and I nod.
"Of course, we go both ways here." I tell him and he smiles.
"Is it weird that I feel like we have known each other for a long time and not just like two days?" He asks and I smile and look out.
"We have only known each other for like two days." I tell him smiling. "It feels like longer, though."
"It does."
"I normally don't talk about the army."
"I normally don't even think about telling anyone about my name, but with you, I actually think or thought about it." He replies and I look at him.
"You don't have to tell me."
"I'll tell you one day." He replies and I smile. "One day, I tell you about my name and my father."
A/N
Sorry, this was short, I hope you guys enjoyed it still. The first chapter with only FourTris. Well, let me know what you thought about it. Hopefully, the next chapter will be up on Wednesday. Please, review, favorite and follow.
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