I woke up a few hours later. At first i was confused. Confused as to why I'd fallen asleep, when Id already slept that week. And confused to find myself on the sofa in my living room. Then I remembered the boy i saved. I sat up and twisted around to see if he'd woken up yet. The sofa was empty, exept for a pile of scrunched up blankets. I stood up and stumbled across the room. I rounded the corner into the kitchen and collided with someone. I would have fallen backwards if a hand hadn't caught me.
"Whoa, sorry," came a boys voice. I looked up. The boy from last night was in front of me, one of the blankets wrapped loosley around him. It had slipped off when he cought me, and I could see part of his white chest.
"Oh, your still here," i said, clearing my throat.
"Didn't think I'd leave without thanking you did you?" he said with a laugh. There was an awkward pause. He let go of my arm, and pulled the blanket back over his shoulder and chest.
"Do you want anything to eat? Drink?" i asked, sliding past him into the kitchen.
"No I'm okay," he said.
I turned around and raised my eyebrows at him.
"Ill make you breakfast," i said, turning around.
"Thanks," he said sheepishly. I heard him walk away and sit back down on the sofa
I turned the grill on, pulled out some bacon and sausages, and put them on a tray under the grill to cook. I buttered some bread, poured out a glass of milk, and heated some milk for hot chocolate.
"I'm Ava, by the way," I called though to the living room.
"Reuben," he replied. "Nice to meet you."
The sausages started sizzling, so i went to turn them over.
"You know I'm vegetarian right?" Reuben said from the sofa. I froze, instantly annoyed.
"Just kidding," came his voice again.
I smiled with relief and carried on. I grabbed a plate from the cupboard, and started piling the ready sausages and bacon. I put the bread on the side, and poured the hot chocolate into a mug. I grabbed the plate, the mug, and the glass of milk, and carried them through. Using a foot, i pulled out a little table, and dropped it infront of him. I set the breakfast down on the table, and then flopped down onto the other sofa.
"Your like a breakfast ninja," he commented through a mouthful of food.
"Something like that," i murmered.
I checked my watch. It was 11.38. Mum and dad had already left.
"So Reuben," i started cautiously, "Are you from round here?"
"No, no I'm not," he said. All the jokiness had dissappeared from his voice. "I'm from England. About 20 miles north of London."