Rhenna

Seventy-Two

                  I blinked awake when someone softly shook my shoulder. For a moment I thought it was Blondie leaning over me, but when my vision cleared up I realised it was his mum. Clea.

"Morning". She whispered.

Did I fall asleep?

Last thing I remembered was watching Rick & Morty.

"I've got some hot chocolate on the stove downstairs if you want some".

Warm coco actually sounded really nice. I just wasn't sure how well it would settle in my stomach.

I guess I'll find out.

I slowly sat up, wincing against the pain in my spine. Lying on lumps of blankets did horrible wonders to the back.

"I've got some clean clothes for you too. There Caleb's so they should fit". She pointed to a pile of clothes on the bed.

"Thankyou".

"Come down when your ready". She said before leaving.

I sat there for a moment before I decided to get up and change. I honestly had no idea how I managed to sleep in a dress shirt, and dress pants. They were uncomfortable.

The clothes Clea set out for me were far more cozier. It was just a simple tshirt and some grey sweats. The pants were a little loose around the waist, but it was nothing to extreme.

After I was done changing I quickly used the bathroom before heading downstairs.

When I stepped into the kitchen I found Blondie, still in his sleep clothes, hair a mess, and this tired look on his face. He reminded me of a grumpy old man; especially with the cardigan he was wearing.

"Morning". He grumbled. He brought a mug to his lips and took a sip; wincing slightly.

I padded across the room and poured myself a bit of hot coco.

"My mum didn't smack you or anything when she woke you up, did she?" He asked.

"No".

"I guess she can be nice". He grumbled into his cup. "I think she likes you".

I stopped what I was doing to look at him. "Huh?"

"She's been nicer to you then all my other friends". He explained. "I guess you got the golden pass with her". He smirked after saying that.

I wasn't sure if I should be flattered or not.

"Johny!" Vicky shouted. She came barreling around the corner in a pink onesie. Her doll (whose name has slipped my mind) was clutched in her arms. She was jumping around like she was high on sugar or something. "It's time for gifts".

"Yeah yeah. We're coming". He waved her off.

She squealed then ran into the living room.

"Come on". He said.

I followed him into the living room where everyone was sitting, on the floor, around the Christmas tree. Unlike last night, the tree was crowded with wrapped gifts.

Blondie plopped onto the couch and I took the seat next to him.

"Can we open them?" Hannah asked. The triplets were staring, pleadingly at Clea.

She smiled. "Go ahead girls". Then she pointed at Caleb. "You too Mr."

I sipped on my coco while I watched the girls tear open their gifts. It was honestly cute. They reacted so strongly to each present. Gasping, or squealing everytime.