Delicious

                                    

                                          
17: Delicious
                          

                          
Nathan's POV 
                          
I woke up when Scarlet started to move.
                          
I really woke up when I heard her Grandma.
                          
And I really, really woke up when I hit my head on the nightstand and crashed onto the floor.
                          
What a nice morning, right?
                          
It's nice seeing your granddaughter in bed with a half-naked hormonal teenage boy and cuddling with him... right? Hahaha... Nope.
                          
Scarlet was laughing her ass off when I fell onto the floor. She was nearly in tears! Not to mention her Grandma giving us this look. It wasn't a bad look though. There was this thing in her eyes that said: I know what you two did. or I was once a teenager too. I don't know. Her eyes were always mysterious, I guess. And happy.
                          
Just like a grandmother.
                          
Scarlet's Grandma had gone off into the kitchen, making all of us breakfast. I will finally get to meet her Grandpa. I don't know why I want to meet him to badly. I wanted to meet all of Scarlet's relatives actually. I only had my dad... Maybe that's why...
                          
Right now Scarlet was bandaging this little cut on the side of my head. It was only about an inch long of a cut. Luckily, it wasn't a deep one. She has been giggling the whole time because the cut reminded her of my face when I fell onto the floor. And to think she was beginning to be nice..
                          
"I am nice," she said, dabbing my bloody cut with a little wet cloth. "This is just too funny."
                          
"Hey, when your boyfriend falls onto the floor with a boner, you help him up," I said seriously, and she broke into a fit of giggles. "It's nice to see that my embarrassment amuses you," I muttered.
                          
Scarlet grinned. "It does, it really does."
                          
We stayed in comfortable silence as she put Neosporin on the cut and put a band-aid on it. Well, it was almost silent.
                          
"Why can't I choose the band-aid?" I asked. "I'm the one with the cut!"
                          
"I don't care, you're getting the Hello Kitty band-aid," she says in a mother-like voice.
                          
"Why does your grandma even have Hello Kitty band-aids?" I questioned, my voice getting louder, and not to mention higher.
                          
Scarlet rolled her eyes. "Stop being so whiny."
                          
"Why not the Toy Story band-aid? That's more manly than the Hello Kitty and the Barbie ones!" This was getting really ridiculous.
                          
"Shut up, Nathan. You weren't really manly in the first place," she replied. Meanie... "You are such a child. Really, Nathan? Meanie? That's all ya got?"
                          
I shrugged and crossed my arms. You know, I really was acting like a child. But it didn't matter now. What mattered was that my poor head had to face the evil white kitten that was currently aiding it. I literally have no idea what I just said... Huh.
                          
Scarlet puts the band-aid over the cut with a wide smile, making me wince. Biting her lip, she leans in to kiss me, and for a second I didn't even care about Hello Kitty. Even if the kiss had only lasted seconds, it was just enough to make me turn my mood around. This girl was pure magic.
                          
"I love you," she says, and I smile. "But I love Grandma's homemade breakfast more," she added shortly after, making me pout. "Let's go, slowpoke."
                          
We walked downstairs together hand-in-hand, and I couldn't help but think she'll trip me or something. I don't think that badly of Scarlet, but seriously, you don't laugh when a person hits their head. Especially if that person is your boyfriend.