TWICE // D.S.

TWENTY-EIGHT

"good morning, shortcake" daniel greeted once aubrielle had appeared in the kitchen, she sat on one of the stools.

in the kitchen were both christian and daniel. christian was cooking breakfast and had clearly been up for a while. daniel seems to have just woken up, his hair a mess and he wore black joggers leaving him shirtless.

"morning, elle" christian sang, turning around to greet her properly before focusing on stirring something in a bowl; french toast coating.

"morning" aubrielle quietly responded, shifting the bun that was on her head so it wasn't so lopsided.

"where's james?" daniel asked, leaning on the kitchen island directly in front of aubrielle.

"he's with tyler," she yawned, covering her mouth with one hand before putting them both in the air to stretch, a small groan leaving her lips.

"are you a morning person?" daniel asked, amusement in his features.

"normally, but I don't usually sleep that late" aubrielle explained, "are you? you didn't deem me as the type"

"there's some weeks where I will sleep in until noon, but usually I'm up early and that also includes sleeping late," he explained sending her a smirk, "but that's okay, you can just focus on your beauty rest," he winked

"huh, no wonder you look..." aubrielle trailed off, locking her eyes with his before sending him a smile, "nevermind"

"no, no, go ahead" he waved his hand for her to continue, "I mean, we both know you were only going to explain how I look so good"

"shut up," aubrielle mumbled, "when did you get so cocky?" she tilted her head, resting it on her folding hands.

"you mean, when did you start noticing my excellent flirting?" daniel asked, his eyes flickering to christian who had an amused smile on his face. "we both know you have something for me"

"yeah. a friendship." aubrielle flatly said, "you're a nice guy even with your douche flirting, but I know you're joking" she shrugged her shoulders

"you like my douche flirting" daniel claimed. he made his way around the counter to grab james from tyler, "hello buddy!" a wide grin on his lips as he carefully sat down next to aubrielle, setting james on his lap.

"actually daniel. I'd like to know the answer to elle's question, when did you become so cocky?" christian mused, handing both tyler and aubrielle a plate of french toast.

"thank you," aubrielle mumbled, before turning her gaze to daniel; to which he merely shrugged. either he didn't know the reason or he'd rather not say it.

"and my plate?" daniel asked, bending down to kiss james's head. after a minute, his question was solved when a plate of food slid in front of him.

christian also decided to sit at the kitchen island to eat, "so how was the party you guys threw in which I had no consent of?" he asked in one breath, a layer of sincerity covering his joking manner.

"I didn't throw anything," daniel answered

"corbyn said it was his idea," aubrielle answered, instead of taking another bite of her french toast. she ripped an even smaller piece and fed it to james.