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*You are not ready for this chapter*

Never would I imagine I would wake up in the arms of a hot man.

Wait what.

I opened my eyes slowly as my senses started to come in. His arm was wrapped around me. He was probably sleeping, his breathing light and slow.

I blushed, thinking of any way this could have happened. We were on the opposite sides of the bed. I was in a cocoon!

I shook my head, carefully lifting his arm off my waist. It was as heavy as dead weight. I slid out of his grasp and got out of bed. He looked so soft as he slept, peaceful like a baby.

Deciding to be nice... for once, I lifted his covers to his chin.

I watched as he patted around the bed, probably unconsciously looking for me, I took that moment to slip my hugging pillow under his reaching arm. He took the bait and pulled it closer, smiling as he nuzzled his face into the pillow. He probably has the same thing I have, where I cannot sleep without hugging something.

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"Guys I promise we are both fine. I think it was allergies or something."

After I left Jack in the room, I went into the kitchen only to be scolded by Daniel. He went on and on for an hour about how we could still be sick.

I sighed and glanced at Henley, who was making breakfast, and Merritt who was pretending to sweep the kitchen.

I can tell he was pretending because the broom was upside down.

"Merritt-" He looked up at me as I made crazy motions that the broom was the wrong way.

"What's going on out here?" Jack grumbled, rubbing his eyes as he walked over to the two of us, "Merritt your broom is the wrong way."

He quickly spun the broom to the right way, almost knocking over the fan above us.

"Good morning sleepy head." I grinned, turning to observe his bedhead and wrinkled pajamas, "Did you sleep well?"

At this his face grew red, he smiled shyly and nodded, "Yeah I slept fine, How about you?"

I nodded, "Best sleep in a while."

There was a quiet pause of Jack and I looking at each other, grinning.

"Did you two fu-"

I cut Merritt off, "No! God Merritt"

Another pause, food sizzled in Henley's Pan as she observed Jack and me, pointing the laddle at us every few seconds.

"Food's burning," Daniel claimed, causing everyone to snap back into reality.

I helped set the table up as everyone else sat down. Henley portioned out the food for all five of us. It was quiet as we ate.

"So..." I started up, "Let's start making a plan today. Unless you have jobs or something to do."

"Actually I have to go panty shopping." Merritt piped up, pointing his finger in the air.

We all just looked at him.

"I'm Joking." He claimed, chuckling awkwardly, "Don't you guys know how to joke?"

"So with the plan," Daniel continued, cutting Merritt off, "(Y.n)'s idea of becoming well known is a great start."

"Thanks-"

"But we need more than that." Daniel cut me off once again

"We could-"

"Anyone have any other ideas?"

"Stop cutting me off!" I raised my voice slightly

The table went quiet, Daniel's mouth opened and closed like he was going to say something.

"Stop flapping like a fish and spit it out soldier," Merritt said, patting Daniels back a few times.

"(Y.n)" He started sternly, "I am the leader-"

"Who made you the leader?" Henley cut in, upsetting Daniel even more.

"I did. I obviously have the brains." Daniel argued.

"Not the bronds." Henley scoffed

I sighed, glancing over to see that Jack was pushing his food around. I immediately felt bad for yelling and arguing around him.

"Guys, let's decide all this later." I piped in, "It doesn't really matter right now. And for the plan, I think we should all do individual shows to get some people interested. Tell them our magician group name and hand out cards for a website that we can post our shows on."

"That's a great idea actually." Merritt grinned, pointing his fork over at me, "You're a smart girl."

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