Welcome to the Dangerous Side

Home away from home

-Ady's Pov-

When I woke up I knew things were gonna change. And this change was gonna be a big change. Its been a week since we told Carly, she has been really quiet, when she isn't its to ask questions, I have no idea who she is, her instagram is private, I don't know who her friends are. Im first up as per usual, and I feel like making waffles. And who knows, maybe my waffles will get her to talk about herself.

"Good morning..." a husky, morning voice, says behind me. God the voice gives me butterflies.

I turn around, "good morning... today my goal is to figure out something she likes. Also I'm making waffles." I smile.

"Waffles??" he kisses me, "I'm down for that. Anyone's down for that."

"As per usual. Do y-" bree jumps on the bed.

"Waffles!" she jumps up and down.

"How long was she... bree be quiet. Don't wake the sleeping monsters." Morgan sits up.

"But I want waffles." she folds her arms over her chest.

"How bout you go back to bed, and I'll bring you breakfast in bed? How does that sound?" I look at her.

"Deal." she jumps off and scuriess to her bed, closing her door.

"I am the bree whisperer." I smirk, sliding out of bed, feeling his eyes watch me.

"Yes, yes you are." he bites his lip.

I pulled a pair of spandex on but they disappeared under my bag t-shirt. "Get your but out of bed, you are supposed to be training in thirty minutes. And we meet with the contractors today." I toss him some shorts.

"Do i have to train today?? It's not the same without you there..." he gets up and puts his hands on top of my hips.

"Fine, but you have to help me today when you aren't busy then." I smirk heading into the kitchen. To find a half asleep Carly.

"Good morning." I grab out the mixer and my ingredients.

"Morning.." She looks through a magazine, circling something.

"You get to hang out with Bree today, also, no training today." I start mixing the dry ingredients.

"Can I go back to bed now?" she looks at us.

"No, go get dressed." I look at Morgan smiling. I reach up to his ear and whisper, "I think she is ready."

He nods, "anyways i'm gonna go force Perio up."

"You go get yourself killed i guess." chuckling, it is a very bad idea to go wake him up.

In my ear, "If I stay here, there is a great possibility that I will end up going crazy out of my mind because... let's not go into much detail.." he nips my earlobe.

"Well i'll know if you got your ass beat if you're not back by the time the first waffle is out." I lightly elbow his gut.

"Alrighty, well I will see you in what, 15 minutes?" he leaves.

"So, do you play any sports?" I add in the wet ingredients.

"Dance... why did you decide to take me in?" she sets down the magazine.

"Because, you would have ended up in foster care, never to be adopted, nobody wants a teenager." I pour the first waffle. "Bree loves to dance, play soccer and these waffles, crafts."

"Ok.." she gets up, looking around.

I head over to the bookshelf, and open the faux dictionary, "heads up." I toss her the tv remote.