Beautiful Wilting Flowers

Roasted

Dean POV:

The next morning is chaotic. I wake up to the smell of feet and pine tree cologne, and immediately recognize Greigh's signature scent. Half disgusting, half old man. But we keep him anyways. (Personally, I think he would make a better sacrifice than Vek, but after Vek just roasted me, I'm kind of on Greigh's side.)

Which is my description of Greigh, kids. Take notes.

I sit up, and asses the situation. Heyden is recording a new episode of his book vlog while brushing his teeth, and I mentally judge him for recording as he brushes his teeth.

But if you heard all of our thoughts from our shoes, I bet there would be a lot of judgement and roasting going on. That's just how we work. I've already roasted Greigh and Heyden (2/5 to go.), and I'm sure Greigh has blabbed in his mind about my 'woman issues'. I mean, please, I'm good looking, smart, hilarious, and my personality is *chefs kiss*, but I can't be dragging in all of the ladies, I have to leave some for old men with no game like Greigh.

Now that's a burn. Again, take notes kids. Here's a pen and pad of paper. Bring your own next time; you need to come prepared to class.

Heyden clicks the pause on the record button, and asks,

"What?"

I shrug.

"Oh, well, you know, just thinking... you could really get some interest if you put a little more effort into your appearance," I joke. "You might get a phone number or two. But first get rid of that toothpaste mustache." I laugh.

Heyden swipes his hand over his mouth, and rolls his eyes.

"As if you have girls lining up at your door," He laughs.

"As a matter of fact, I do. I'm quite popular with the ladies, you know," I say nonchalantly, perched atop my metaphorically high horse. "It's exhausting, keeping up with all of the attention. They all love me." I sigh dramatically.

"Well, you know what they say; the cheapest product attracts the most customers." Heyden says, and closes the washroom door to resume his vlog.

"Hey!" I call back lamely, wincing at my pathetic scramble for a comeback. Apparently Heyden knows some good burns too. Argh.

Greigh enters the room, still in his boxers from sleeping, and is sighing at the universe.

"I see your depression is coming back." I say as I get out of bed and go to the suite counter for a coffee.

Greigh glares, not in a good mood this morning.

"Unlike Liana's feelings for you." He grunts, and leaves the room.

I am just getting roasted today!

"Don't you mean Ina's for yourself?" I yell at him through the thin walls. Ugh; that one was pathetic too. Get a hold of yourself, Dean.

"At least she defended me!" His middle finger appears from the doorway, and I hear him stomp away. 

Damn. Maybe we should bring Mr. Coal in as a guest teacher. He could educate you kids on a thing or two. Maybe my roasting is just the old fashioned way. They taught it differently when I was young.... okay, Imma skip the wistful look out the window, and just skip straight back to my morning.

So I pour my coffee, blaming my terrible roasts on my morning foggy brain, and hear a knock at the door. I sigh, pulling on a t-shirt but not bothering with the sleeps in boxers situation, and go over to open the door as I sip my coffee.

"Hey Dean- uh, put on a pair of pants." Liana shields her eyes, herself being fully dressed in a casual outfit. What a morning bird. I would roast her right now, but I don't really feel like getting burned back. Not after the first two.

"No can do." I roll my eyes as the bitter and disgusting coffee taste glazes over my tongue. I cringe; the taste is not okay. They need some real coffee around here. 

I open the door further to let her in, and call to Greigh,

"Yo Greigh, your sisters embarrassed to see me in my underwear! Take back what you said earlier!" I yell, ignoring Liana's protests.

"I am not embarrassed! It's just rude to greet people in undergarments." She shrugs, and I roll my eyes.

"Yeah right."

Greigh comes out, and gives me a look that says I will murder you if you don't put on a pair of pants, but I pretend not to notice it.

"Hey." Liana greets her brother with a nod. "Just came to say that Ina and I are ready for breakfast whenever."

"Oh, so he's fine in his underwear? He's not even wearing a shirt!" I try to annoy the both of them, "And it's still quarter to nine."

"He's my brother!" Liana gives me a look of disgust at the same time Greigh says, "You better shower quick then, because were leaving at nine, with or without you. No one really needs your presence, just to put it out there."

"No, but they're lucky to be graced with it." I take a pile of clothes and knock on the washroom door.

"If you're deciding to be two-faced today, make sure at least one of them is cute." Liana scoffs, and tells Greigh to let her and Ina know when were ready as she exits the room in a flourish of sarcasm and disgust. "Oh, and I gave you a nasty look, but you can give it back because I see you already have one. Greigh, give this guy a high five in the face with a chair, please. Maybe it'll fix his face."

Ouch. I think that was the best one so far. Maybe I'll bring Miss and Mr Coal in for a special guest roasting lecture.

Greigh imitates my loud wolf whistle as Liana exits the room.

"I don't take my words back for a second." He laughs, and continues to as he goes back into his room to get dressed. Jerk.

"Don't you dare ambush me with a chair." I warn as Heyden opens the door, done flossing on top of the brushing, and grins at me, not restraining a n=bit of his smugness.

"Damn, you are out of it today." He smiles, throwing shade without shame.

"Yeah, well, maybe I deserve it." I sigh to this conclusion as I push past Heyden and his surprised reaction in my falling off of my high horse, locking the door behind me as I strip from my clothes to take that shower.

Yep, I definitely deserve that.

But then again, I deserve praise, glory, and most of all, that stupid donkey nobody has succeeded to deliver. Honestly.