The Things Yet to Come

Easier Said than Done

As usual, here I am to tell you to that the media attached suits the chapter pretty well.

I tightened my grip around the new wooden spatula and prayed to God that my pancakes wouldn't burn. It really isn't usually a problem, it's just that today, I'm making waffles, bacon, scrambled eggs, oats AND said pancakes. Let's just say I'm a little cautious.

It was only after three days of living at Portland State University that I learnt that my new roommates were not morning people. Nor were they Noon people. They explained, after throwing an alarm clock at me, that their body's preferred to wake up around 12 or 1. PM that is. That gave me 3 hours or so to myself which I decided to utilise by making breakfast. Problem 1 was that I didn't know what they'd like to have for breakfast, which I solved by making every breakfast item off the top of my head and there was a Problem 2, I'm sure of it but I simply can't remember it. Shrugging off the thought, I turned on a portable radio I'd bought at the store yesterday and got to work. By the time the pancake and waffle batter was ready to fry, I just couldn't help dancing along to the upbeat songs playing. At first I was just swaying a little to the music but that escalated to full on twisting, clapping and cringe worthy karaoke and even though nobody was around I was still slightly embarrassed but eventually my brain convinced me through a chanting of the words 'Who Cares?", I mean, even the sound of the bacon sizzling was like encouragements. I gave in and turned up the music, finally allowing myself to fully dance, of course while preparing the food too.

Abruptly, a voice cut through the music. "Looks like my neighbour's got some moves, eh?"

To say that I yelped would be an understatement. I just short of screamed before turning around armed with a sticky whisk. Instead of seeing a thief, creep or any other noun my creative imagination thought up, I saw my puppy dog with his hands in the air.

"Finn? Aw, Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me! How the hell did you get in here?!" I said lowering the whisk in my hand.

"I smelt food." He answered with a nonchalant shrug. "And your window's been open since last night."

"You're telling me you smelt me cooking and then proceeded to climb a two storey house just to get to the food."

"Well, that and I heard singing. Which I then came to know was accompanied by some hot dancing!"

"It wasn't hot and you did not see shit, you got me?" I managed to hiss through my embarrassment. Man, I knew I'd regret the dancing.

"Oh but I did see something, Nellie, and it most definitely was not shit." He strolled closer but paused, "Although that singing was pure and utter shit."

I hit him with the whisk lightly on his arm, hoping the sticky batter would provide enough offense.

"Is that really what you want to do, Nellie?"

"I just did do it so I suppose you've been informed of my intentions."

"Oh it is on." And with that, a handful of egg yolk was dropped on my head.

The events after that spiralled into full on food fight that lasted an hour, followed by another hour of clearing up. After helping me wash the egg out of my hair, Finn sat at the breakfast counter snacking on one of my earlier batches of bacon and waited for the meal to get ready because apparently his roommates don't like breakfast. I automatically do not like his roommates. If you thought I was bad enough with my dancing, together the two of us sang our hearts out to every song playing on the radio but well, there is the fact that Finn sounds like a male siren when he sings whereas I sound like a siren on a Fire truck. That difference almost caused a small tear to fall down my cheek except, well, I can't actually cry because-oh my God, he's hitting the high notes and it's so beautiful.

"It's not possible to be this good at singing, Finn, it's simply unfair!"

He laughed. "Are you going to tell me to go away again?"

"Maybe, but preferably after you record a few songs involving your lovely voice for me."

He feigned insult, "Ugh, you only want me for my body, Anelisse! You never want to spend any time with me!"

"I've been here three days Finn and a majority of my first day consisted of my time with you."

He nodded nonchalantly and zoned out for a few minutes before asking, "You know that feeling where you could swear you've met this one person before but you just can't figure when or where?"

"Yeah, happens all the time to me. Why?" I asked, scooping the eggs into a large bowl.

"Well, I seriously feel like I've met you before. Where did you live before coming to Portland State?"

"I lived in Seattle, have you been there before?"

"Actually yes! A really close friend of mine had relocated there for high school!"

"Then there really could be a possibility!"

"Yeah, is breakfast ready yet?"

I rolled my eyes and looked at the time. It was currently 5 minutes to two which meant that if I called my roommates down, there should be no chance of electric devices being thrown at me; just for safety measures I walked upstairs with fingers crossed and a thick oven mitt to protect myself.

Figuring that it would be better to wake up the one that liked me first, I knocked on Wendy's door and opened it a crack to see if she was awake yet. Thankfully, she was sitting on the side of her bed scrolling through her phone.

"Hey Wendy, good morning!" I called out. "Breakfast's ready!"

She looked up as her face broke into a bright smile. "You made breakfast? Wow, Annie, you really shouldn't have!"

"Well, actually it was more of a peace offering to Maya because I have no idea what I did to her and I figured food could be used as a substitute for a sacrificial virgin."

"Hm. But I can still eat the food right?"

"Of course, I might have made too much anyways." I turned away to leave before remembering something I'd wanted to ask her. "Hey, Wendy, it's okay if our neighbour joins us for breakfast, right?"

She crinkled her nose. "You mean that old creepy Mr. Hallorann next door?"

"Ugh God no, I was talking about the neighbour on the other side, Finn Donnelly."

She stopped dead in her tracks with a look of bewilderment on her face. "Finn? As in, 'OMFG-Have-My-Babies' Finn? You meant the Finn that's with a girl every night? That Finn is having breakfast with us?"

I frowned. My puppy dog isn't a man whore, like, yeah, he's gorgeous, hot, stunning, etc. but he's my puppy dog.

"We've barely been here a week, Wendy, how would you come to the assumption that he's a Sex God?"

She waved it off saying, "Oh, just rumours you hear here and there, especially during Freshers Week."

"What have you been doing during Freshers?" I asked in reference to the student orientation week we'd been given to get settled in.

"Stuff, but enough about me! How in the hell did you get Finn Donnelly to eat a meal with us lowly peasants?"

"He climbed up my window to eat and watch me dance." I answered in a flat tone.

Instead of laughing at my obvious attempt at a joke, she started sighing dramatically before gliding to her bathroom.

"Wait, where're you going? Aren't you coming down?"

"I'm making myself presentable, Annie. There is no way in hell I am meeting Finn freakin' Donnelly looking like I just got out of bed!"

I chuckled softly and backed out of the room, still in disbelief.

Hiya! I'm sorry that this chapter is pretty useless and pointless but I guess I wanted to establish the relationship between the characters before sorta jumpin' into the plot. And also I just luuurve Finn ^u^

Thanks for reading and sorry for the inane and sorta poorly written chapter. Look who's talking like Wendy now!