Matched Up With My Tomboy Childhood Friend

A Morning With Her

From the bathroom, Eli asks, “Can you hand me my panties?”

“What?!!” I exclaim. “No!”

“Oh, come on! You just have to hand it to me.”

“Why didn't you bring it before going to the bathroom?!”

“I usually go out n*ked from the bathroom because I'm always alone here. Except for today so I forgot.” Then the shower turns off before she says, “Never mind, I'll get it myself.” I hear the door opening. “Don't look here, I'm completely n*ked.”

WHAT THE F*CK?!! “What the f*ck are you doing?! Stop fooling around!”

She's giggling as I hear her wet feet taking steps on the floor. “I'm not joking. I'm completely n*ked.” I hear a slap. “Hear that? That's the sound of my meaty n*aked a*s.”

Sh*t! The drawers sound as they open while I'm panicking inside. Is she really n*ked right now? At this rate, I'm gonna lose my mind?! My d*ck won't soften! Sh*t, calm down!

“You want to look at me?” she teases. “Go ahead.” Then giggles. “D*mn, I look so hot, don't I, Kev?”

“Just get back in the bathroom!” I yell. While she's chuckling, I get a slap on my butt. “Ow! The f*ck?!”

“You're very hard now, aren't ya? Ora, ora!”

“Stop it!”

“I'm not n*ked now. You can look.”

“No.”

“Okay, but hurry preparing yourself. We got to go soon.”

I hear the door of the bedroom opening then closes. Is she gone? When I looked, I confirm that she already left. My “thing” has calmed down and I'm a little bit comfortable. Sitting here on the bed, I sigh in relief. That little sh*t really likes to tease me. She should thank me that I can control myself. If it was another boy, she would've been r*ped! I have to talk to her about it. But I don't think I can. It's so embarrassing to talk about. Well, maybe I'll get a chance in some other time.

My bag is in the living room as I remembered so I head there. When I opened the door, I smell something yummy. Oh, she's cooking in the kitchen. The sizzling spices on the pan are letting out these... *Sniff and sigh* wonderful smell. She's wearing a simple black t-shirt and shorts, her hair tied up into a ponytail. I can't see what she's cooking because she's facing away from here. She's humming a song that I never heard before and tapping her feet on the floor. Imagine having her as a girlfriend. She would be-

I stir when she looks at me over her shoulder, smiling. “Have you taken a bath?” she asks.

“Not yet but I'm about to,” I answer, walking to grab my bag.

When I walk back to the bedroom, she says, “The food will be ready right after you finish.”

“Okay,” I answer, closing the door. She goes back humming the song again until I can't hear her.

In the bathroom, her scent still lingers in the air. I make sure that the door is locked so that she can't barge in and take a picture of me bare. There could be a possibility that she will. She's a crazy creature, after all.

*Sigh* The shower is amazing. It spreads out the water evenly. The water is not that cold and makes this air current that tickles my back. I feel that I could stay here for the whole morning relaxing, thinking about things.

What's this I'm deeming about her? Somehow, her identity as a tomboy and a lesbian is beginning to blur for me. Now, she's just like a girl with a crazy, high energy. I know that she likes girls that's why she's a lesbian but why do I feel that she's not? Maybe it's only that she's good at pretending to be a straight girl that although I know she isn't, I'm falling for it.

She's just my delinquent tomboy/lesbian friend and that's all we'll ever be. I'm not denying it but gotta be careful or I could fall for her. Not only it will ruin our friendship, but also my relationship with Irene. I love Irene—I know and I feel that it's true. I'm always happy when I'm with her.

“Breakfast is ready!” she yells and I'm stirred.

“Coming!” I answer, turning off the shower.

“Oh! You're pumping it while thinking of me inside my own bathroom? Nice!”

“NO!!” I yell and I hear her laughing. Geez!! I can't handle her!

I didn't risk changing my clothes in her room instead I did it here in the bathroom. I don't trust her. *Woo!* That feels good and refreshing. We're going for my first day on the job, so I brought with me the suit she wants me to wear always. Drying my hair with my towel, I went out of the bathroom and open the door of her bedroom.

Wow... the mountain fried rice on the table is steaming and the spices are tickling my nose. I love pepper and meat together. It looks like a golden shiny mountain. The smell tells me that the rice has those ingredients.

At the opposite table, she smiles while taking a seat. “Take a seat,” she says.

I couldn't say anything about the food being wonderful. My gut tells me not to praise her or that her head will grow big even more. Also, I have to say it because she's so generous to me. I'm in a dilemma.

When I finally sit, we simultaneously say, “Let's eat.” There's already a bowl and chopsticks on my side of the table. After she helps herself in putting fried rice into her bowl with a rice paddle, it was my turn. It is soft when I scoop, showing that it will be soft in my mouth too. The steam is rising and letting out this delicious smell. I dig in as soon as I put it into my bowl. Mmhh! It's so delicious! She's good!

“How is it?” she asks while chewing.

“It's...,” I'm hesitating to say it but I have to tell her I'm grateful for this delicious food. “It's wonderful,” I compliment.

It's so delicious but I couldn't express it in a more favorable tone. Even so, she smiles while looking at her bowl. She looks like a wife that's proud of her cooking. Ugh! Why am I thinking about that?! Let's just eat and no more thoughts like this! What is happening to me?

As soon as we're done with all of our morning hygiene, she dresses into her more, tomboyish clothes. She's wearing a cap, shades, golden ring earrings, oversized shirt, golden chains around her neck, golden wristwatch, black shorts that reach the knee, and awesome sneakers with a theme of red and black. She looks a lot like a tomboy now—a fancy tomboy. It's even a good time that she wears it since most of our schoolmates have gone back to their homes. No one will recognize her in the street. But for some reason, she didn't tie her hair into a ponytail.

We took a ride downtown in a taxi. I gotta say, it's very far from the most populous part of the area but also very near to a university. Actually, right next to it. It is a small cafe squeezed between two higher buildings but it's the most beautiful one. There are three floors and I can see it from here—on the outside because the front is largely made up of glass. I have a problem with this kind of design for buildings because there will be too much sunlight going in unless... What the- It's facing north! The sun won't penetrate that much! What a good choice of location! She really thought this through, eh?

“Let's go in, shall we?” she speaks to me.

I just nod, my throat is choking in amazement at how awesome this cafe is. Although... the name of the is “Cafe Machoiato.” So lame but people are buying it. The place is full when we got inside even though it's early in the morning. They're mostly girls, what the f*ck? There are two waiters in suits—which she calls gentlemen that take the orders of the customers and bringing them to their table. They look handsome. Not that I'm gay or anything but it's just predictable that a lot of girls will find them handsome. At the bar, there are three workers, making the coffee and food as well as handling the cashier. Among them is a woman but the other two are as handsome as the waiters. I wonder how she hired them.

This makes me nervous because I couldn't compete with these alpha men. Sure, they're near my age but they look so confident talking (more like flirting) with the customers. When they walk away, they leave the girls and their friends squealing amongst themselves. I can't do that! But... I'm willing to learn.

“Good morning, boss,” greets the guy on the counter. Looks like a top chad, calm, has slick back hair, a defined jawline, and his suit perfectly fits his muscular body.

“Good morning to you too, Luke,” says Eli, passing through the counter and into the kitchen. “This is my friend, Kevin. He's gonna be working here from now on. Kevin, this is Luke, the assistant manager. He'll be teaching you the ropes when I'm not around.”

I just nod, having no idea how to greet him. He nods back at me too, more confidently than the best I could do. Eli takes a look around the kitchen like she's inspecting something. I don't see anything odd though but just a very clean kitchen with shiny pans and casseroles hanging on the walls and sitting on the sink. The stoves are not that all occupied, unlike the ovens. People tend to order pastries and bread in a cafe, after all, so it makes sense. There are two people cooking in here. A mature woman and a guy that might have the same age as me. They're sweating while they go here and there, brewing coffee, getting ingredients, preparing them, and checking the ovens.

“Good job,” she nods, brushing her hair over her ear. “I see that kitchen is well-maintained. You guys are doing great!”

“Thank you, boss!” thanks the woman, smiling over her shoulder.

“You guys seem to have a rather busy time. Do you need another pair of hands?”

“We're fine, boss,” says the guy, kneading the dough. “It's just that the place is always full early in the morning. This has been the case for a week.”

“I can see that,” remarks Eli. “I think we're doing good.”

“Definitely,” nods the woman, opening the oven.

“Oh, and by the way,” says Eli, gesturing her hand to introduce me. “This is Kevin, he'll be working here.”

“Yo!” greets the guy. I smile and nod. The woman smiles at me so I smile back.

“Kevin, here's Jane nee-san and Edgar. They're the ones who prepare the coffee, pastry, and food.”

“Nice to meet you,” I nod at them.

“Nice to meet you, too,” they reply and continue working.

Eli continues to hold her chin, thinking about something. She walks back to the counter and looks at the piling orders. “We really need another barista, don't you think so, Luke?” she asks him.

Just after taking the order of a customer, he answers, “Yeah, we really need another one also another cashier. Part-timers can suffice so that we can handle more during hours like this.”

“Yeah, you're right. I'll work on it. Meanwhile, since Kevin is gonna be a gentleman, can you give him something to do?” She is referring me to him.