After intensely studying me for a while, he goes back to work wordlessly. Relieved to be out from under his gaze, I stroll into the kitchen, not willing to let him affect me too much. I look down at my outfit once more.

What could he have been so fixated with?

A full coverage tank and mid-thigh shorts.

Nothing making a surprise appearance anywhere.

I grab a bowl and a box of cereal. I'm awake now, might as well eat.

Pouring milk into the bowl, I notice it.

The house is silent. No sound of the hammer smacking the nail, or Dario rooting through the nail box. I put the milk back in the fridge before setting my food at the table. Walking out to where Dario was, I see he is no longer working.

He's nowhere in sight.

I shrug it off. He probably went to pout or tattle.

He woke me up when he knows I need my beauty sleep. I still have an hour before I have to get ready to go to work.

Maybe I'll do the laundry that's been piling in my room.

Yes, I do my own laundry.

Kellin and Zach both don't like bras and my underwear, so they refuse to touch my laundry. However, they just say that they are, 'preparing me for the real world'. I would believe them if they didn't tense up or use tongs to touch my clean under garments all through my life.

"You didn't bother making me a bowl?"

I catch Dario's eyes as he enters the kitchen. He seems more relaxed. He no longer wears the blank expression from earlier.

"I forgot, you're too young to make your own food."

My entire sentence is drenched in sarcasm, which wins a head shaking from Dario.

"I'm less than a month younger than you, Cat."

"Then you are old enough to make your own breakfast."

"What if you make it better?"

"It's cereal, ding-nugget."

"Ding-nugget?"

I feel the blush creeping up my neck. What possessed me to say that? What does it even mean?

Thankfully, he laughs, easing the mood. Annoyed with myself for being an idiot, I take it out on him.

"Fine, princess. I'll make you a bowl of cereal."

I stand up, walking over to the cabinet.

Bowl.

            Cereal.

                         Milk.

                                  Combine.

                                                     Grab a spoon.

I turn to bring the bowl to him, stopping dead in my tracks. He's eating my cereal.

The same spoon that was in my mouth not two minutes before is now hanging out of his mouth.

This is be as close to kissing as we'll ever get.

Woah.

Why did that just run through my head?

"Why are you eating my cereal?"

"It was here and you were going to make another. I wasn't going to let good cereal get soggy."

Okay, wow. Be that way.

"Fine, just letting you know, I always spit in my cereal."

I'm lying.

I would never intentionally spit in my cereal.

That's just plain disgusting.

I don't get the reaction I'm expecting. I get one that is unexpected and confusing.

"It's not the last time I'll have your spit in my mouth."

It catches me off guard completely. What does that mean!?!?

Blush creeps up my neck. I do my best to not spill the milk while storming out of the kitchen.

Dario just laughs.