But Still I Hold On

#15

     I woke up the next morning with a headache. I hate being hungover i don't really remember much about last night. I looked beside me and saw that Carlos was in my bed. He was laying there shirtless. Sleeping like a baby. It was adorable. I tried not to wake him up so i slipped out of bed as quiet as possible. I went in my bathroom to see if i had any pain meds. I felt like i was about to throw up. This is why i stopped drinking.

    I didn't have to throw up so i headed downstairs to check on the guys. I went down there and saw them still laying around. Milo and Damien was on the floor and Timothy was hanging off the couch. I laughed at the way they were sleeping and went in the kitchen. The guys have been doing a lot for me so i wanted to do something for them so i decided to make breakfast.

     I liked cooking just as much as i loved dancing. My mom taught me everything i know about cooking. I also took some cooking classes to improve my skills. I cooked for about an hour and a half. I sat out everything on the table. The guys were still sleep so i grabbed a pan and a wooden spoon. I banged the spoon on the pan making a loud banging sound around the house.

     "Rise and shine ladies!!" I walked around the guys yelling waking them up i went to the bottom of the stairs and did the same to get Carlos up.

     "Oh my god i'm going to kill you."

     "I don't hit women but if you don't stop i will hit you with that pan."

      Carlos came downstairs mad.

     "Yay everyone is up now i cooked breakfast." I smiled

     The guys looked at me like they wanted to kill me. Apparently i was the only one finding this funny.
 
      "You guys look horrible." I didn't make it any better they definitely wanted to kill me. Despite having a little headache i was in a good mood.

      "Come on guys eat please it took me a long time to do all of it."

      "Fine." The guys gathered at the kitchen table. Everybody sat down and started to eat. It made me happy. I never had a normal family. Being an only kid of a dad who drunk all the time and a mom who did everything right but leave her piece of shit husband that beat her whenever he was drunk. I never had family dinners. My grandparents wanted nothing to do with my mom and dad or me.

      "Hey Jess thanks for this it's not that bed."

      "Were you questioning my cooking skills Milo?"

      "No ma'am."

      "Good." we sat there and talked and ate until we were full. While we were sitting there my phone rung. It was Nate. I excused myself from the table and answered the phone.

       "Hey Nate what's up?"
       "Hey Jess did you enjoy your day yesterday?"
      "Yeah the guys took me out to eat and stuff it was nice."
     "That's great i'm sorry i couldn't be there i had to be out of town a family emergency."
     "Oh it's all good love i hope everything is okay."
      "Yeah it fine im actually on my way back home now i was wondering if you wanted to hang up when i got back?"
     "Yeah. What time?"
     "I should be back around 4 or 5 i'll tell you once i'm there."
     "Okay see you then."
     "Okay bye."
    "Bye." i hung up the phone and sat back down at the table.

     "Who was that the pizza boy?"

     "Again his name is Nate and yes that was him."

     "oh yeah Nate i like him he's cool."

     "Thank you Timothy your friend here has a problem with him for no reason."

     "No i have a reason."