Through the Pain

Isadora's POV


Liam turned at me with a confused look on his face, "it's so big" I explain wide eyed in amazement. Liam nods, then hands me a plate. "I made us breakfast" he said proud. I look down at the counter, again amazed. "There's so much" I say excepting the plate. "I hope you like waffles" he says. "My favorite, I haven't had them in such a long time though" I say with a wide smile on my face. "We'll eat up" he say ,grabbing two waffles, one sausage and a piece if bacon, and a small bowl of....... frosty flakes?, whatever that is.I chose a single waffle. I sit down at the island with him, but two seats away. (Kitchen pretend it has chairs. http://cdn.homedit.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/rough-luxe-mix.jpg ) I start eating slowly, tiring to savor my waffle. I see him out the corner of my eye continuously staring at me eating, but pretending to being interested in the newspaper. I wonder how old he is. He doesn't seem old enough to be reading the newspaper. We sit maybe about five more minutes before blurting out, "how old are you?" He seems startled by the sudden break in sclience. "Twenty, why?" He questions. "You don't look old enough to be interested about the newspaper." I confess. He reacts as if he has been caught in a lie as a child would, raising his eyebrows and looking dead center. I get up and walk over to the sink and begin to wash my dish. "We have a dishwasher, you don't need to do that." He says, walking over with his dishes as well, grabbing mine from my hand and placing it down next to his on the counter.

Liam's POV


Why did she take A waffle. It makes me feel guilty. She looked starved this morning, but she only has one waffle. That makes no sense. I have three meals a day while. She....what.....maybe had one every three? She eats slow too, as if she is trying to treasure the food. I finished four times the food then she had, before she was even have done. I stare at her eating trying to figure out what's her deal? But I pretend to be reading the newspaper...great cover up Liam, what kind of twenty year odd reads the newspaper? None. "How old are you?" She asks breaking the long awkward silence. "Twenty, why?" I asked back. " you don't look old enough to be interested in the newspaper" she replies. Yep.....she defentally saw me stareing...she caught me. She walk back over to the counter, I hope to be getting more food, but...no......to do her dishes. I imedietley stop her from her doing, saying, "we have a dishwasher, you don't need to do that" she stops and gives me a have smile. She has a beautiful smile. It makes me feel warm inside. "Thank you for the clothes by the way" she looking down at her feet."Don't mention it" I say smiling at her, trying to get her to look up at me, so I can look into her beautiful hazel eyes. We stand there for a few more second in silence.....yet again. Gosh why do I have to be so awkward always. "Thank you for helping, me but I probably should be going soon." Nice going Liam now I scared her away. "But you've only been here one night." I pleaded. " and it's really early" I say pointing over at the oven clock. It's now five thirty a.m. "Oh wow, I had no idea, I am so sorry I woke you up this early." Once again looks almost scared to hear my response. But I make no sound. I am just confused.

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