Media Secret: Hidden Johansson

Suprise!

After finishing off everyone presents and we had caught up a little more Brie went home and I locked myself in my room to sleep.

When I woke up I was asleep on the floor and there was plaster around me and I looked up to see holes in the wall sighing to myself I did my routine. Clean up, Get changed, Run, and then Shower.

After my shower I loaded the presents into the car and drove down the road to mums pulling up outside I could see there where no movement and an extra couple of cars I managed to carry everything inside quietly and placed the presents under the tree before heading into the kitchen to cook everyone breakfast. I shut the kitchen door so that the sound of my music wouldn't wake anyone and started to cook a full English breakfast, dancing along to the music as I sing along to 'Be thank-full for what you got'

"You may not have a car at all
But remember brothers and sisters
You can still stand tall
Just be thankful for what you got"

Halfway through the song, I notice blond hair walk through the door softly closing it behind them and we both stand there staring at each other for a minute. I admire her breathtaking features, shockingly perfect green eyes that are watching me from across the room, tearing my eyes away from hers I can see her bright white smile which matches perfectly with her plump pink lips. Matched with a soft light pink blush, with her wild hair thrown into a bun on her head, in a pair of what looks to be my shorts and my hoodie. My breath has fully caught in my throat along with any words that would have tried to come out all I can do is smile like an utter idiot at her from across the room which causes her to pull her bottom lip between her teeth and I think my knees fall weak.

"Wow um Hi" I clear my throat trying to formulate some sort of sentence. "Do you want tea? or Coffee?" I snap back into reality realising I'm about to burn half of the food as I flip it all around and move it on to a lower heat.

"Oh my gosh hi, umm yeah what oh Tea right, I can make it, it's okay don't worry." Florence stumbles over her words just as much as I and it gives me light goosebumps over my skin hearing her voice in person but stays frozen in her spot and I somehow gain a little bit of confidence back in myself.

"Mum told me you like to cook you can help if you like? They probably won't be up for..." I stop and look back over at the clock. "Another 30 to 40 minutes, oh you can change the music too," I tell her turning back and her smile has now grown wider before as she lightly rubs her eyes and bounces her way over to the radio turning up the volume a few clicks and makes her way over to me at the stove to see what I am cooking. She leans past my shoulder and her eyes light up, at the sight of the Bacon in one pan, sausages in another, empty frying pan for the eggs, mushrooms on the side ready to be cut and fried, with the potato to make hash-browns, tomato's in the pan with black pudding.

"A full English?" She says to me with a light hum as her head toward me and I nod biting my lip not sure how she feels about it, and she bumps my hip out the way making me laugh a little as she picks up a knife waving it in the air dancing a little to the new song, swaying her hips and honestly it's a sight I could watch forever. We danced around the kitchen together singing along to the words as the pair of us cooked breakfast, I grabbed her hand after she put down the knife and winked before I span her around a few times making her giggle at the playful action, moving her aside I swiped up some of the cut vegetables and threw them in the pan. She moved into my place frying the food as I cut up some fruit for Rose and myself, I pulled the orange juice out of the fridge.

While we were finishing up Florence went to lay the table and jumped dropping the cutlery and plates on the floor with a scream causing my head to shoot up and see her stood with her hand over her heart and her mouth staring at my mum sat at the table. "Fucking hell Scarlett are u trying to give me a heart attack?!" Florence British Accent now piercing through the air as she scolded my mother and it was incredibly sexy, to say the least, I shook the thought away and moved to clean up the broken ceramics on the floor so no one cut themself while the pair of them bickered.