I wake up, putting my arms in the air, cracking my joints. I get up off the couch, careful not to wake anyone. I walk out to the kitchen, grabbing some bacon, eggs and bread.
I pull out three pans, pouring some oil in the pan, and cracking two eggs. I then put three strips of bacon in the pan, then move on to french toast.
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As I'm plating everyone's breakfast, I feel two arms wrap around my waist, and breathing on my neck.
I turn my head slightly, and see Stu. "Morning." I smile. "Goodmorning. You made breakfast!" He smiles. "No shit." I chuckle at him. "Hey, can you check if the cops are still out front please?" I ask him, putting the last piece of bacon on a plate. "Yeah, sure." He gets up and walks to the living room, looking out the window. He walks back to the kitchen, and nods. "Yeah, they're still out there." He sighs.
I put a plate down around the table, so it's ready when everyone gets there.
I walk into the living room, shaking Billy awake. "Bill, breakfast." I whisper, as he jumps off the couch, rushing to get breakfast.
I lean down, and wake up Michael. "Michael, breakfast is done." I say, taking the blanket off him. "What did you make?" He asks, one eye open, the other still closed. "Bacon, eggs and french toast." I tell him. He gets up, also walking to the kitchen.
I'm about to wake up Randy, but he's already awake. "Morning. You make breakfast?" He asks, stretching. "Yeah, mind waking up Sid?" I ask, plumping the pillows. "Yeah." He sits up, walking over to Sid.
I walk back to the kitchen, and sit next to Stu. "This is so good." Billy groans. "Please, don't ever groan like that around me ever again." I laugh at him. "Don't like it?" He messes. "No Billy. I don't." I shake my head at him.
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Me and Stu are currently upstairs, making out, my bedroom locked. I'm pressed up against my wall, as he attempts to pull off my pyjama top.
"Stu, everyone's downstairs." I move his hand. "Please." He breathes into my ear.
I give in, tugging my pyjama top over my head, and pulling down my shorts. Stu looks me up and down before taking off his.
He cups my boobs, and kisses down my neck. He drags his hand down my body, slipping his hand into my underwear, playing with my clit.
I pull him closer if possible, but just then, someone knocks on my bedroom door. "Yes?" I ask. "It's me, Sidney. Just checking if your ok?" She asks from the other side of the door. "Yeah, fine. We're just getting dressed." I say back. "Oh, ok. Because, Michael suggested that we could go down town for a bit." She tells me.
"Yeah, sounds fun. Give me ten minutes." I say, and I hear her walking downstairs. Stu enters a finger into me, making me gasp. "Shit, Stu. We have to get ready." I breathe out. "Two Mike's won't hurt. I'll be quick." He whispers.
He pulls down his boxers, and enters me, covering my mouth. I throw my head back in pleasure, as he thrusts in and out. He quickens his pace, and my stomach tightens.
"Already close, huh? Told you I'll be quick." He smirks at me. He starts rubbing my clit, giving me even more pleasure, and I come undone. A few seconds later, Stu also releases, and pulls out, giving me a kiss.
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I run downstairs, wearing flared jeans, a crop top, a blue flannel and nike airs. "You look nice." Sidney smiles at me.
I feel so bad. I can't keep this secret from her. But it's gonna hurt her even more if I do tell her. "Thanks!" I give her a smile back.
I pull Michael away, and into the hallway. "Jesus! Bitch." He mumbles the last part. "I feel guilty. Sidney still doesn't know! I feel so bad!" I whisper. "Yeah, well we're not like him. We didn't kill Maureen. Cotton did." Michael fixes his hair, before walking back into the living room.
"Ready?" Billy asks, as he puts on his jacket. Everyone says yes, as we leave the house. I lock the door behind us, and see Dewey, talking to someone on the phone.
He spots me, and puts down the phone. He gets out the car, and runs over to me. "I just got off the phone with your mother, she was asking if you were ok, and I told her you were fine, and that we've been out here all night. Anything happen after I called you?" He asks worriedly. "No, no. Nothing." I smile.
"On monday, we're questioning everyone about Tatum's death. Thought I'd let you know." He smiles. "Oh, thanks Dewey."
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"Ok, Annie and Stu want to look at clothes, me and Randy want to go rent some movies, and Billy and Sidney want to get ice cream. Solution, split up. Meet back here in an hour." Michael shrugs. Everyone agrees, and walks their separate ways.
"Their questioning people on Monday about Tatum's death." I tell Stu. His face changes, and I give him a confused look. "What?" I ask him. "Nothing, just don't wanna be questioned by the police again." He shrugs. "Oh yeah. You were questioned for Casey. I wasn't." I chuckle.
"They just asked where we were at the time she was killed, and asked if we liked to hunt." He says, looking away from me. "Oh." I say, trying to end this conversation.
OOOO A MENTION OF COTTON WEARY!! SO, THAT MIGHT BE A LITTLE CONFUSING ON HOW ANNIE AND MICHAEL KNOW COTTON, BUT YOU WILL FIND OUT MORE WITHIN THE NEXT CHAPTER!! AND NO, YOU DIDNT MISS ANYTHING, I PURPOSELY MADE ANNIE SAY SHE WAS GUILTY TO CONFUSE PEOPLE!!
