Daisy ✧
I groaned as I moved around lazily in my bed.
I stuffed my face in my pillow and sighed as the sound of music blaring from downstairs invaded my weary ears.
"Who the fùck?" I mumble as I lift my head.
My messy bed hair had fallen in front of my face, blocking my vision.
I swung my arms up and pushed it back, then jumped out of bed, infuriated.
The deafening music had just become louder when I thrashed open my bedroom door.
My feet thumped heavily walking down the stairs heading straight towards the music.
Tyson stood at the kitchen counter stirring something in a pot as the loudspeaker next to him boomed.
"Oh hey, daffodil!" Tyson screamed as he grinned at me mischievously.
I looked at him with disgust.
"Why the living flying shít are you blasting music at,
I look over at the clock and read the time.
5 pm" I finish.
As my eyes widen in recognition, he grins at me.
I slept for the entire day!
"Exactly, 5 pm." He says crossing his arms over his chest.
"Miya and Ian came by to check on you," Tyson says as he looks back down at the dish in front of him.
I walk over to a stool and sit down on it.
"Angel tell you?" I ask.
He nods and raises his eyes to me before returning his gaze to the meal.
"What are you making?" I ask.
"Food." He answers shortly.
I give him an odd look as a result of his brief response.
"You'll find out in the end." Tyson lets out a sigh.
I shrug and rise from my stool.
I decided to shower and then go for a walk since my head was feeling much better and I figured the fresh air might be good for me.
Tyson's music is still playing while he cooks when I return downstairs.
"I'm going for a walk." I tell him.
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Moonlight
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