Chapter 8: Milk and Cookies

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After uploading the video everybody looked at us differently, it wasn't the same as before. It had a lot of likes, I was genuinely surprised. The first day it already had about 3 thousand views! It was incredible, I didn't expect anything even close to that to happen. The best thing was that all the comments were positive, they all said stuff like: "I love you" or "voice goals" or even "Your so pretty". And definitely, the best thing was that the views weren't just from the US, there were some from London, Argentina, Spain, China and even Brazil.


I woke up because of the light from the window at 7 A.M. Great, I school's over and I still wake up early. I sat up from my bed and looked around, all the girls were still sleeping, except for Diane, she didn't sleep over because she had a date she hasn't yet introduced us to.

As usual, I woke up hungry. So, I went downstairs to the kitchen to get some cookies. I'm basically a zombie in the morning, so I walk directly to the cookie cabinet and take out some Oreos and was about to open them to enjoy their chocolate goodness when I heard a evidently fake cough coming from somewhere in the kitchen. Being a zombie I hadn't noticed that I wasn't the only one in the kitchen. I looked around to see Ashton with his three best friends Luke, Michael and Calum.

"What are you doing up this early?"I asked being surprised, they normally wake up around 3 P.M. They all had their hair all messy and I'm not gonna lie, they didn't look too bad. "It's 7 a.m!" I said just in case they didn't even know what time it was.

"We just got home from a party," stated Ashton. They were all staring at me and it was really uncomfortable. "Besides, why are you up anyway?"

"Umm..actually I don't know," I said rubbing my eyes and walking over to the fridge to get milk. I grabbed the gallon bottle and drank from it. I would usually get a cup and wouldn't do that in front of people but, fuck it, it's 7 am. Besides, they always do it so no big deal. The only problem was that my brother's friends wouldn't stop staring at me and it was really intimidating.

"What?" I said oblivious. "Haven't you ever seen a girl drink milk at 7 in the morning?" Ashton realized what was happening and smacked their arms.

"Could please not stare at my sister when I'm right in front of you? More respect please." Calum, Michael and Luke snapped out of their trance and realized what they had been doing and blushed a bit as did I. "The thing is my baby sister," started Ashton, I didn't like where this was going. "your pj's are a little tinzy bit tight." Fuck I totally forgot what I was wearing, I looked down and he was right. Usually, I would get embarrassed and run away from there as soon as I could. But not that day, it was way too early for that.

"In my defense," I started, "these clothes are for sleeping or being in my house without caring about how I look. Besides, how could I have known that you were gonna be here?" Ashton struck me one of his looks and opened his mouth to answer but I interrupted him, "Ah, save it. I'm going upstairs to sleep some more and I'm taking this with me." I said picking up the cookies and the milk.

When I was walking up stairs I overheard one of them say "Tell your sister she looks hot in pj's, she should always use them." For what I could recognize it was Luke. After that I heard a loud smack and laughter from the other two, I smirked and went back to my room.

Back in my bedroom, the girls were still sleeping after a long night. They had helped with the video and edited it and everything. I, as quietly as I could manage, sat down on my bed and started eating my cookies. When I accidentally made too much noise with the cookie packaging and suddenly, "Which one of you bitches has cookies?!?!?!" Yelled Anabelle waking all of them up. She isn't really a morning person as you can see, she's actually scary in the morning. Normally, food I donot share under any circumstances. But, if it's Anabelle in the morning, give her all she wants.

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