The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

From the banging around in the kitchen and the smell of food for the last few minutes, I assume the one known as ‘girlfriend’ is being all domestic and shit and acting like the good little housewife she aspires to be. I’ve managed to dry my hair into some sort of straight silkiness without having straighteners and I’m literally starving. I ended up leaving most of my smoothie out in the Livingroom and it will be ruined by now, warm and melted and totally unpalatable.

I can hear Arry talking to her as I make my way out, swallowing down that tide of sheer ‘grrrr’ I always get when she’s around, and walk casually out into the middle of the room; unaffected by the presence of the little dark cloud in the apartment.

I catch sight of him leaning his butt against the kitchen counter, tossing an apple up and down and catching it as she moves around the stove and sink. She seems to be chatting to him and I stand for a second to watch the cozy little couple, doing cozy little ‘coupley’ things. It just makes me eye roll in rage.

Watching these two have me wondering why people stick together after the passion fizzles away. I mean they barely touch each other from what I have seen, they don’t laugh and kid around the way he does with me. Natasha is far too grown up for that, and I know it irritates her when he hangs me upside down or chases me through the house when I won’t give something back. She’s like a non-fun mom who had kids too young and regrets having to be the grown-up. I only ever see them exactly like this.

Where is the fun in love if it makes you behave like this all the time?

Is this what a grown-up relationship looks like?

Arrick is in mature mode, listening to whatever she’s saying with that deadpan expression and talking back with a look of boredom on his face. Well, actually, he always looks a bit like that when he’s not smiling, but I want to believe it’s boredom. Because it’s her, and she is the most mind-numbingly boring person I ever met.

I remember once he tried to bring her along when he took me snowboarding for a weekend. His family owns a ski lodge up in the mountains and it was like going off for a weekend of fun and adventure but with your gran in tow. She didn’t want to try anything, even skiing. She didn’t like when the group of us that went all sat outside after dark, around a fire, and got drunk. She hated that Arrick played his guitar and everyone had a little sing-along; she seemed mortified that he can not only play but sing too. I guess the absence of his guitar in recent years is down to her, the whole ‘happy hippy’ vibe by the campfire just seemed to make her wholly uncomfortable that night, and she looked incredibly awkward.

fire and bake cakes for us all coming back in the evening. It made him feel like he couldn’t come with us and he spent most of the trip stuck at home with her too, while Nathan took me with him and acted like my stand in Arry for a few days. Not that I mind Nate, he’s Arry’s best

hey,” I cut in and swagger into the space between the lounge and kitchen confidently, chin already up defensively and eyes roaming for things to criticize. Arrick immediately flashes me that frown which serves as a reminder to behave. I cross my eyes at him and catch that narrowed gaze deepen, almost to a scowl.

sense

I am in the oversized Arrick hoody over my designer frayed mini skirt, the top practically eats the skirt and makes it look like I’m walking around without one. Her eyes trail alarmingly down my long naked legs to the small feet that are clad in a pair of Arrick’s sports socks to

... totally the rage,” I reply blandly, earning another frown from his side. Another chastising ‘behave or else’ thrown my way. I

pull it off and make it work somehow. Very cute.” Natasha giggles and goes back to the stove, pouring batter into

stretch, catches the hem of my hoody, and lifts it with a questioning peek under the edge. I realize he’s checking to see I do actually have a skirt on under it and slap his hand away

the middle finger when Natasha’s head is turned. He catches it and yanks me closer to him so he can get me in a headlock and rubs the top of my skull hard, friction burning my scalp as penance for giving him the bird. I

and like to have a little space in the kitchen.” Natasha’s stern tone halts our messing with its motherly scold. Well and truly told off by Mommy dearest, and I get pushed aside like a naughty kid with a shove in the forehead. I bat out at him and immediately go to smoothing my hair and

Too late.

off the counter with a smile her way to walk to me, shoving me with him as he does so and gets one back in retaliation. Arrick is still in shithead mode, taking pleasure from pushing me around this morning. I guess he’s missed it these last

its advantages and I always loved sitting here. He pushes me aside with a strong hand on my waist, to get me out of his way with a smirk and heads to the unit by the window which houses all