The Last of Them All (editing)

Chapter 30: Breakfast

My legs seemed to buckle under their own weight and I groaned out loud as my arm tried to catch myself, hurting my arm, and then my knees almost hit the ground, but Justin's arms snaked themselves around my waist and held me upright. We were nose to nose, my toes stretching onto their tips as he held me up. My heart seemed to explode right out of my chest with such an aching feeling it physically hurt. My hand went over his heart, feeling its gentle beating, steady and calm.

"I could kiss you right now." He whispered gently under his breath.

"You could." His eyes seemed to widen and a smile crept over his lips at the words that came out of my mouth.

I didn't know what was happening, and I didn't like not knowing. But not knowing with Justin just felt so natural, so normal, like it all should be unknown. His lips traced the line of my forehead and ran down the side of my cheek until they came forward and met my lips. The touch was soft and gentle, and he pulled away. He came in again and I met him in the middle. As we met a loud noise erupted from my stomach, ruining the mood.

His arms still around my waist, a smile crept out of those lips that had met mine just moments before. He shook his head gently and led me towards the door of the bedroom.

"Let's get you some food." He said. I agreed.

My steps were slow and painful, as if each time my foot hit the floor it was nail and needles instead of the fluffy carpet. I breathed in sharply at each step I took, until we finally approached the door. With one arm wrapped around my waist his other hand grasped the brazen doorknob and pulled open the door.

I tried to follow him out of the room, took no more than two steps, and fell directly on my hands and knees.

I groaned out in frustration. "Why does this hurt so much?" I cried out, more of a rhetorical question.

Justin carefully bent over and helped me slowly to my feet. A strong arm wrapped itself around my back and waist and his other one lifted my legs slowly off of the ground. The hand that held my legs was bandaged properly now, and seemed to be healing well. It was then that I realized he was probably in just as much pain as I was, and yet here he was, carrying me.

"I can walk."

He let out a half-chuckle. "No you can't."

"Yes I can." I folded my arms across my chest as he continued down the hallway.

"No, you can't." He was almost getting frustrated now.

"Watch me." As best as I could I swung my legs out of his arms, and my feet hit the ground beneath me. However, as soon as they did my legs didn't work anymore and I fell into a heap on the ground in the middle of the hallway, crying out from the pain. I tried to get up to my feet several times, but each time I fell back down again, each time hurting worse than the last. I sighed in defeat. "Fine."

"Thank you," Justin stated, "I hated watching you struggle."

This time I let him pick me up. His hands felt secure against my back. I wrapped my hands around his neck and held my head up, gazing at my surroundings.

Justin continued walking down the long narrow hallway until we got to another little hallway that opened up into two large rooms. One room was the living room, the other was the kitchen. He carried me into the kitchen and set me down in the comfiest wooden kitchen chair I've ever sat in.

The kitchen and living room were separated by a wall with a huge opening, so you could see into the separate rooms. A large flatscreen played the original Teen Titans TV show and in front of it was a large tan couch. On the couch was Andrew and Clara. They were laying down next to each other, a bundled mass of blankets. Clara's head rested in Andrew's lap as a pillow and Andrew sat up, propped up with comfortable pillows, holding a black mug of what was probably hot chocolate in between his fingers. I smiled at the cute scene.

"What do you want to eat?" Justin asked.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Food."

He rolled his eyes back at me. He then got out a large cereal bowl and placed boxes and bags of Cap'n Crunch, Froot Loops, Cocoa Puffs, and many other cereals in front of me, along with a jug of milk.

I immediately dug right in, eating cereal like I had never had before. As I ate I watched as Justin cracked eggs and poured milk, adding vanilla and flour, eventually pouring the mixture into a waffle iron. He sprinkled chocolate chips on top and then started making scrambled eggs. He fried bacon and made smoothies, creating a lot of messes as he did so.

I finished my third bowl of cereals, right as Justin placed a plate piled high with waffles, eggs and bacon in front of me. I should not be trusted with whipped cream, yet a can of it was set right in front of me, along with a carton of freshly washed strawberries. I was still starving and ate about five slices of bacon before grabbing hold of the whipped cream. Justin was sitting across from me, slowly chewing on some Raisin Bran as he watched what I was about to do.

I squeezed the red nozzle and watched as the white cream oozed out and piled high on top of my waffle. I looked Justin straight in the face and with the straightest stare I could muster, squeezed a giant pile of whipped cream directly into my mouth.

He chuckled, and I don't know what made me do it, but I did it. I squirted out a large bit of whipped cream onto my finger, stared Justin straight in the face, and flicked the whipped cream at him. It sailed over the bags of cereal as if in slow motion and landed directly on top of Justin's nose, sliding down his cheek.

"Oh no you didn't!" He shouted. I chuckled, but did not pay attention to what he did next.

A spoonful of Raisin Bran flew across the table and hit me in the cheek. From there on it was absolute chaos. I threw a handful of eggs and he retaliated with a dollop of butter. He moved up from his chair and came over to my side.

"No fair! I can't walk!" I shouted, raising my hands in surrender.

A mischievous smile crept across his face. "Oh so now you admit you can't walk, very funny." He reached across the table in front of my for the syrup bottle, but I didn't want to get sticky.

I saw my opportunity and took it. I grabbed my whipped-cream covered waffle and landed it right on his face, getting it up his nose, in his eyes all throughout his hair, dripping strawberries down his grey tank top.

"Yes!" I cried out, laughing out loud at his defeat.

Shock rang throughout his face, but I basked in my victory for too long. The open syrup bottle was now in his grasp and I couldn't escape. He raised a foot up onto the chair I was sitting in and grabbed my wrists in just one of his hands. I squirmed and groaned, as I was pinned between the back of my chair and his leg. I shrieked and laughed as he raised up the syrup bottle in triumph, the sticky substance about to pour all over me.

"No!" I cried out, laughing along with him.

He squeezed and the syrup slowly came out of the bottle, when a figure stood in the entryway of the kitchen that made us both freeze dead in our tracks.

"What on earth is this!" The deep voice shouted. I winced as the syrup landed on my nose and trickled down the side of my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked the sticky sugary sap off of my face. "What is going on here!"

Justin set the bottle of syrup down on the table. Practically admitting defeat.

"Hi dad." He stated.