DEMONS AREN'T MADE, THEY'RE BORN

Grace

Feb 24, Saturday, sometime in the morning

Grace's POV: 

I arose early to tidy up the apartment and to cook breakfast. even though Marcus offered to do it. 

but I am a poor listener. 

after an hour of scrubbing the large kitchen clean and whipping up a meal of eggs, pancakes, fresh fruit, bacon bites and toast, Marcus groggily slumped into a chair not entirely awake. 

"morning!" I chirped, placing a pot of coffee on the table. 

after a couple sips of his beverage, his eyes widened at the creation I laid out before him. 

"no way you did this." 

I nodded, smiling. "did I not mention I have a specialty with cooking? the one thing in my life that kept me going. besides dogs. them too." 

he piled some pancakes and eggs on his plate, chewing slowly then gradually clearing his plate in milliseconds. 

"this is awesome! you're probably one of the best chefs I've ever met." 

I blushed slightly. back home, I wasn't given much compliments. more like complaints.

I guess I was silent for too long because Marcus stopped eating and glanced at me concerned. "hey, are you okay?" 

I snapped back to reality and nodded vigorously. "yep! never better!" 

his gaze lingered, concern and pity scrolled on his face as he continued to eat. 

I chose to change the subject. "where's Jason? he seems awake cuz he isn't here." 

Marcus groaned and opened his mouth to answer but was interrupted by a knock at the door. 

"Mark! open up! I wanna meet your new roomie!" a female voice trilled through. I leaped up to answer the door but Marcus beat me to it. 

"Olivia, good morning!" Marcus ushered in a girl with brunette hair pulled into a messy braid, chocolate eyes, olive skin and a energetic smile. 

holy shit, I'm too gay for this.

she immediately noticed me and stuck her hand out. "Olivia. or Liv whatever you prefer. you must be the new roomie Marcus took in. everyone wants to meet you!" 

her smile never wavered as I reluctantly shook her hand, blushing profusely. 

"thanks, um, Liv. how-how did you know-" 

"word travels fast. plus I live right next door! plus, my gaydar is pulsing and its not from Marcus." she jabbed her thumb toward the wall still grinning. 

gaydar? wait...holy shit, holyshithlyshitholyshitholyshit. 

I'M DROWNING IN 'ER! 

"ANYWAY! Liv, want something to eat?" Marcus broke the awkward moment and pushed his guest toward the kitchen, shooting me a teasing glance. 

DAMNIT HE KNOWS! 

I followed the two back to the kitchen where Liv gathered a large quantity of food on a plate. 

"no freaking way you made this, Mark. who'd you hire?" 

Marcus grinned and pointed to me. "this was all her, I swear!" 

Liv squealed and saluted me. "madame, compliments to le chef!  this is WAY better then Jason's cooking." 

"my cooking's not that bad." Jason emerged from behind me literally coming out of nowhere.