Swedish Meatballs (A Harry Styles Fan Fic)

Chapter 1

A rude awakening that all happened at once. The sun glares on my face through the shutters, one of my guinea pigs (probably Carl) starts to chew on the plactic food bowl, his way of saying I'm hungry, and one of my French Bulldogs stretches on my bed, kicking me, while the other cuts the cheese. That's right, just farts. Right. On. My. Bed. Classy, Sumo. I guess that's nature's impolite way of saying, its time to get your butt out of bed Macy, its already 8am, like that's super late. But Mother Nature is right, I have stuff to do. Typical Saturday.

I sit up in bed stretching every part of my body possible, while I cuddle my other little Frenchie, Minnie in my arms. Her perky ears and wild black fur contrasts greatly against my pastel, floral bed spread. I help her and Sumo's little legs off of the bed and open my wooden shudders, realeasing the much needed sun light after a long night of darkness. The light yellowy ivory color of my walls immediately helps light up the room as the sunshine hits it. I greet my three little guinea pigs through the C&C cage in the corner of my room, Carl, the fat lazy one who's only hobby is eating, Pippin the crazy one who loves to play, and Juno the totally lovey dovey one that would practically sleep on my pillow all night.

I grab the bags of hay and pellets from the plastic tub in my closet with all of my piggy "supplies". Feeding time is the only part of the day that Carl gets exercise because he gets so excited that he does laps around the cage. I'm not even kidding. Even the Frenchies get excited because they know they get to eat next. I fill the pig's plastic bowls with pellets and stuff their hay troughs with hay. Giving Polly a gentle scratch on the head I throw on my bunny slippers and head out of my room with Sumo and Minnie on my heals. My baggy sweats flare around my legs as I mosie down the stairs while pulling my hair into a messy bun. My dogs run to the pantry door anxiously, knowing exactly where their food is. I fill each of their labeled bowls with food and a bit of warm water and let them each chow down. The smell of red velvet waffles fills my nose as I follow it to the kitchen. My mom stands at the counter in her robe, filling the waffle maker with bright red batter.

"Good morning Macy Grace," she says sweetly calling me by my first and middle name.

"Morning Mom," I reply kissing he cheek as I reach for the orange juice in the fridge. Taking my glass of the fresh squeezed juice I join my dad at the table.

" Morning dad," I say as he takes a sip of his coffee. He greets me and asks how I slept, the usually early morning conversation. We sip our drinks together as we wait for my brother to emerge from his room. Soon he stumbles down stairs, rubbing his eyes tiredly and tripping over the ends of his flannel pjs. He joins my father and I at the table as my mom brings over a large stack of pancakes and some orange juice for my brother. She gives him a loving kiss on the top of the head as she sits down and joins us in the preparation of our waffles. I decorate mine with chocolate chips and whip cream, just like my brother.

We have a lot in common, considering we are twins. Oh and by the way, his name is Dayne. He was born 2 minutes and 13 seconds before me on June 24, 1997 which makes us 16 years old. We have always been super close, telling each other everything and being eachother's best friend. Even as we have gotten older that hasn't changed.

As we all finish our delicious, family favorite breakfast we make a dish washing/ clean up assembly line. Team work and being a family is something that we greatly value in the Blanchard house hold, and as a family we follow through with that. Once the kitchen is all clean my brother and I race up to my room like little kids. Crashing on to my unmade bed I grab my notepad and pen that sits on my left bedside table. Looking over at my brother, he shakes his fingers through his dirty blonde hair that matches mine and looks at me sleepily with the same ocean blue/green eyes as mine. I begin to jot down all of the things I have to do today, stressing as my list expands.
Dayne looks at my and grabs my head between his hands.