Cigarettes

ch. 5

 (A/N: S-A-R-A with no 'H' because 'H' is ew- Jimmy Fallon)

   My eyes fluttered open, an action I soon regretted for the only window in the room was open, the light spilling through the frame like liquid gold. I groaned before stretching my arms as far as they could reach above my head. When I settled back into the welcoming pillows, my eyes examined my surroundings. The dark blue walls, the black bedspread were familiar, but not mine. My groggy mind slowly pieced together my scattered  memories of yesterday, until I had the whole picture. Art museum, Tyler Anthony Scott, White Chicks, it washed over me like a tsunami wave. As soon as Tyler crossed my mind, I realized he was missing from his own room. With that, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, the cold hard floors greeting my feet. My clumsy hands reaching up to my eyes, attempting to rub the sleep from them. My mind was blank when my foot collided with something solid. Sending me smack dab into the ground, a stream of curses could be heard from the bundle I tripped over.

    “Seriously, Tyler? People don’t belong on the floor!” My mumbles barely coherent as my hands were pressed against my aching face.

    “Well, jeez, I didn’t know you would try to use me as a bridge!” We stayed like that for a while. Just laying on the ground. That is until Tyler’s mom, who I had yet to learn the name of, called us down for breakfast. Tyler scrambled up as soon as those words reached his ears. I snorted at him, causing him to turn my way.  “Should we even feed you? I don’t take kindly to people who step on me.”

     “Are you sure you want to see me when I’m hungry?” I countered.

     “Well, when you put it like that..” Tyler quickly pulled me up before we bounced down the stairs. When we reached the foot of the stairs, I tugged on Tyler’s arm, pulling him back. Before he could speak, I had already started.

      “Am I intruding?” I glanced down at my hand on his arm as I did my daily routine of second-guessing myself. I only looked up when Tyler chuckled at my question.

      “Of course not, my mom already loves you. And so will Sara.” His smirking face turned away, grabbing my hand once again before taking a seat at the table.

      When we entered the kitchen, the sweet aroma of waffles made my stomach growl. Automatically, my cheeks heated up and a smile stretched across my face. Mrs. Scott was running around frantically, trying to get all the food on the table. Looking at the table, my jaw dropped. I don’t think I have ever since so much food in my life, I thought.

      “I’m coming over more often.” I whispered to Ty, eyeing the feast in front of us., earning myself a bright smile.  

      At that moment, Mrs. Scott noticed us waiting patiently for her to stop bustling around so we could eat. “Good morning! Tyler, go get Sara, I swear for a little girl she could sleep away all of winter if I let her!” He got up to do as she asked.

       “Mrs. Scott, would you like some help?” I asked politely.

       “Oh,call me Andrea, dear. And yes, help is much needed. Setting the table would do just fine.” She pointed over to where I assumed the plates were, and I quickly went over to the cupboard, grabbing four plates. I set them where each of the chairs were placed. I was pulling the utensils out of the drawer when I could clearly hear thumps of small feet bounding down the halls. I looked over to see a small girl, with curly blonde hair and blue eyes. Tyler was following behind her, looking down on her with eyes that showed nothing, but how fond he was of his little sister. I was pulled out my thoughts when I felt  a yank at the bottom of my shirt, I glanced down at Sara. Her blue eyes were wide with innocent curiosity. I smiled softly at her.