Chapter Six: I'm Sorry for being Bat Shit Crazy and a Total Bitch. Would You Like Some Pancakes with a Side of My Apology?

I woke up on the floor of my room, drooling, and tangled in my bed sheets. How in the hell did I end up here on the floor? I mentally questioned. I remembered the vague memory of falling off my bed in the middle of the night. You know you have reached an all-time laziness low when you don't even bother to get up off of the floor and back into bed. I stretched, trying to work the stiffness from my back when the distant memory of fighting with Roan on the roof came back to me in waves.

"Crap, crap, crap! Double crap!" I whispered yelled. "Evelyn Raven you are such an idiot!" After my very crazy blow up last night, Roan probably thought that I was a crazy person! He was never going to talk to me again! How would I explain the situation to him? Hey Roan, sorry about last night! I get super emotional when I'm tired and I think I may be PMS-ing or something. Sorry if I came off as a bat shit crazy person! I couldn't just try to explain everything to him! That might make things worse than they already are. I didn't mean to blow up on him, he just made me angry by asking all those damned questions! Besides, everyone in this house knows I get mean when I'm tired. I needed to make it up to him...but how could I do that? My mother would tell me to.....shit. What would my mother tell me to do? I asked myself. My mother would... oh crap I don't even know what my mother would do! My last resort was making him an apology breakfast and begging for his forgiveness. That wasn't too far-fetched, I hoped.

I hopped up from my position on the floor and rushed over to my dresser, grabbing black leggings, a white tank top, my favorite pair of fuzzy hot pink socks and an oversized red sweatshirt that said Stupid is Dangerous so Stay Away From Me. Who needs to match? I thought. This is my house, I am allowed to not match. Especially when it is a Monday. Or at least that's what I kept telling myself. I quickly showered, not wasting any more time than I already had. I raked my pink comb through my unkempt hair, and feverishly brushed my teeth. I ran down the stairs, glancing into the living room only to find a snoring Roan sprawled out on the couch with the television blaring at almost full volume. Perfect, I thought. I slowly tiptoed through the corner of the living room, trying not to wake the sleeping Roan. When my feet finally hit the wooden floor of the kitchen I scurried over to the cupboards, slipping and sliding because of my fuzzy socks, searching for the necessary cooking utensils to make pancakes with.

When I was done making breakfast I set the table, being sure to put out a grand selection of milk, orange juice, and apple juice. He better enjoy this, because this will not be happening every single morning he's here, I thought. I made sure all of the dirty dishes that had accumulated in the sink were cleaned. I even scrounged up some strawberries and various other fruits to go with the pancakes and Applewood bacon that I had prepared for him. If this meal doesn't say "I'm sorry," I don't know what will.

I nearly jumped out of my own skin when I heard a high-pitched whistle come from behind me.

I turned around to face a shocked Roan. He eyed the heaping platters of food with a skeptical look on his face. Roan leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen, his arms crossed against his chest. He wore the same clothes from last night, although now they were slightly crumpled. I wasn't surprised; I didn't expect him to change as soon as he woke up from his deep slumber. He probably had just woke up from the mouthwatering aromas of the food, or possibly because I kept accidentally banging pots and pans together as I was putting them away, creating quite a commotion. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He was the first to break the silence that seemed to loom over our heads.

"I see you have been busy this morning."

"It's nearly one in the afternoon," I mumbled. I'm such a smartass.

"Really?" he asked dumfounded. "I must have slept in late." Yeah dude, you sleep a ton, I thought.

"Yes you did..." I replied. Awkward silence then filled the air once more. Roan cleared his throat, looking down at the ground while I raked a hand through my blonde hair over and over again. Could this get any more awkward? Yes, it probably could. Just give it time.

"What is this for Evelyn?" he bluntly asked me, motioning towards the table. My dull grey eyes met his brown ones. They held a soft look, as if he was just waiting for me to spill my guts about everything. I suddenly felt compelled to explain everything to him. All of my secrets, my nightmares, my feelings, everything. Too bad I would never trust an asshole like him that much.

"Well I just felt bad for last night...well... more like this morning... When we were on the rooftop. I feel horrible because I screamed at you. I was just really tired, I guess. I'm not saying that's an excuse, but...I guess I just wanted to say sorry. I didn't mean to blow up on you like that. I get really emotional when I'm tired and I didn't think about what I was going to say before I said it. I just should have-" Oh god I was rambling so much. I stood there like an idiot, wringing my hands, rambling on and on about how sorry I was. Truthfully, I was sorry about everything that I had ever done to him. I wanted to tell him, god I wanted to tell him so bad it hurt, but I didn't. I couldn't make the words escape my lips.

"Evelyn, it's okay," Roan whispered, half closing his eyes.

"Are you sure?" I whispered.

"Yes. I said some things that I shouldn't have said also. We were both at fault. We both exchanged horrible comments, well that was more you than me, but still. You didn't need to make such an extravagant breakfast just to prove to me that you feel bad." His lips held the faintest gleam of a smirk. "Unless, you want to make me breakfast like a trained housewife." Bastard, I thought. I smiled anyways, trying not to react to what he just said.

"Technically it's considered brunch now." I corrected in a smug voice, ignoring the trained housewife comment. If he was going to be an asshole, I was too.

"My bad," he responded. "I really could get used to this though." His smirk became apparent. Gosh, I really do hate him.

"It's not that extravagant," I argued. This breakfast was extravagant, I just didn't want to admit it. I tried to hide my smile from him.

"Let's see. There is bacon, fruits, three different kinds of beverages, toast and pancakes set out. Along with maple syrup. I would say that's pretty fancy for a Monday," he said. I blushed, turning as red as a tomato. He's got me there, I thought.

"Don't judge. I thought you were going to be furious at me for the rest of my life. However long that may be." His grin slightly faltered at my comment, anger flashing in his eyes before the familiar mask of his hid his emotions.

"Nope. I'm not one to hold grudges." He confidently stated. I smiled even bigger.

"Good. Now eat the food and shut up," I commanded.

"I will under one condition," he said to me. He walked closer to me, making me become rigid with fear. I knew that Roan would never hurt me...well at least that is what I kept telling myself. I mean, he wouldn't intentionally hurt me, right? That would just be absurd! My excuse for acting strange was that I wasn't used to close contact with people anymore. This includes hot guys whom my best friend is hyped about.

"And what is that one condition Roan?" I breathed out, almost taking a step back. If it weren't for the stupid counter I would have.

"You join me. I can't possibly eat all of this food myself." And just like that he made me feel like I had known him my whole life. I whisked away the thought; I didn't know anything about Roan Carter. But I knew that I wanted to.

"There's no reason to beg Roan. If you wanted my company you could have just said so," I said in a smug voice. I was kidding and he knew it.

"Self-conceded much?" Roan raised an eye brow.

"Nope," I said. "But I am sooo going to eat this brunch with you. I slaved over it for almost two hours, so of course I'm going to eat it!" I said while gleefully skipping over to the table.

"Fine. But I call dibs on the orange juice!" Roan called after me, sounding like a little kid. We dashed for the table, giggling like little kids. I don't know what came over me and Roan at the time, but I was sure about one thing; I really did like this new side of him. I liked the comfortable feeling that being around him provided. In this exact moment he made me feel happy for the first time in a very long time.

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