escape

| Chapter 11 |

*Mikayla*

"Mikayla." A voice says while lightly rubbing my forearm gently. I groaned.

"Hmm?" I say while rubbing my eyes. I open them to see Peter sitting right close to me, almost startling me. He sits near my thighs, my arm laying right close to him.

"Morning sunshine." He says with a grin as I sit up.

"What time is it?" I ask groggily.

"Eight thirty." He tells me after glancing down at his phone.

"Did I have to get up?" I whined.

"Well, it's inevitable. You have to wake up eventually so why not now?" Peter replied in an explanation sort of tone and look.

"But why like now, now?" I asked, now awake anyways. Other than this, I wasn't gonna push it any farther.

"Because we have guests today." He told me happily. I lit up, mirroring his expression. Before slowly realizing what he said.

"Oh," I said uneasily, "Okay?"

He got up and moved over to the end of the bed, a big laundry hamper filled with clothing mixed all in the basket. And may I add, the hamper was ginormous! He picked up the basket and turned to me as I now sat on the side of the bed.

"Here's your clothes." He told me with a sincere smile, "They're clean." He stuck out the basket to give it to me. I stood up and reached over to hold it in my hands.

"Wow," I said looking into the clothes-filled basket, "Impressive folding." I said sarcastically, a smirk occupying my face.

I put the basket down on the bed and started folding as he just watched.

"Are you seriously going to do all of that?" He asked me. I nodded without looking at him as I kept folding.

"Well," He said with a large exhale, "I'll go make us some breakfast. Pancakes again?" He asked me. I nodded my head eagerly before he chuckled and left the room.

Several minutes later, the door opened again, but I kept folding.

"Pancakes done already?" I asked, who I assumed was Peter.

"Pancakes?" The person asked. I turned around to see Hayes standing there about four feet away from me.

"Hayes!" I exclaimed and ran over to hug him.

"Hey!" He said with a smile. "What are you doing?" He asked me. I walked back over to the tidy mess of clothes.

"Folding my laundry." I stated proudly.

"Oh cool," Hayes said, "Let me help you." He said before swooping up next to me and grabbing a random article of clothing and folding it neatly, next to me. We did this for a few minutes longer.

Hayes stifled a chuckle and I turned to him. He held a pair of sea blue water coloured boy short panties with a lace light blue waist band around the top.

"Hayes!" I shrieked and snatched the panties from his hand. I looked at them in my own hands.

"They are pretty nice though." He complimented next to me. I shifted my focus and turned to him with an expectant look. I slapped him gently with my free hand, making us both giggle.

I turned back and looked at them. I quickly folded them and put them on the pile.

"Did you guys get those?" I asked, curiosity taking me over. Hayes chucked.

"Nope." He told me amusedly, "I believe Trisha bought those and a few more." He said holding up another pair alike, but in baby pink and fuchsia pink.

I gave Hayes the evil eye and snatched them from him, making him chuckle again.

"Your too cute." He told me and poked my nose cutely. We kept folding.

"Hey Mikayla," Hayes said, "Do I look like a fly?" He asked before I gave in and looked at him. He was wearing one of my new bras that had related colours to the panties, over his eyes. His head tilted up in a manner that made his look like a stupid fly. Well, a fly. All flies are dumb.

"Hayes!" I screamed before whacking the bra off his head. And accidentally swatting him in the head.

"Ow!"Hayes whined with a giggle.

"Oops," I said before I picked up the bra and put in with the pile. I went through the basket and pulled out all of the undergarments before Hayes would be able to. But currently, he was finishing up his laughing fit once all the secretive clothing was out of his reach. Not long after, Hayes returned to his spot beside me, folding the laundry.

"At last," Hayes exclaimed putting the last piece of folded laundry on the pile, "We have at last finished the journey of the folding of clothes, your highness." He said in an odd accent, kneeling on one knee, and grabbed my hand. I giggled at his actions before he kissed my hand gently.

"You have at least finished Monsieur." I said in my French accent, "I still have to put everything away. But I don't need your help with that." I rushed out the last part.

"Well, I must flee then," He said dramatically.

"Bye your royal highness!" He said in a dramatic tone before bursting out my bedroom. I chuckled at his actions before grabbing the first semi-pile of clothes and walking over to the walk in closet.

"My ship went down in a sea of sound,

When I woke up alone, I had everything.

A handful of moments I wish I could change," I sang Therapy by All Time Low while putting the laundry into its new homes.

"A tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade.

In a city of fools, I was careful and cool,

But they tore me apart like a hurricane.

A handful of moments I wish I could change

But I was carried away.

Give me therapy,

I'm a walking travesty

But I'm smiling at everything.

Therapy you were never a friend to me,

You can take all your mise--" I was cut off by slow clapping. I looked at the doorway of the closet to see Peter standing there with a slight grin on his face.

"You sing beautifully," He complimented with a smile.

I blushed, "Thanks." I said as I looked down.

"Well, breakfast is ready. Let's go." He said turning from the doorway and started to walk out the room. I followed behind him until we made it to the kitchen, two floors under my room.

We walked into the dining room. I looked on the dining table and two plates of fluffy pancakes sat.

"Mm, looks yummy." I said to Peter as we approached the table. Ruben walked in from the living room only wearing only a pair of boxers.

"I'm gonna make myself some cereal." Ruben told Peter groggily.

"Uncomfortable love?" He asked me smugly.

"Slightly," I mumbled, eating another bite of pancake.