Saving My Night (A Brohnnie Fanfic)

Interesting Breakfast

Warning: Foul language. You are warned.
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A.N. Oh my god the feels are real in this chapter.
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The next morning I woke up on Bryans bed with the wind howling outside the window. The sky outside was cloudy and I smiled. I love rainy days. I sat up and itched my arm, trying to remember how I got into the bed last night. I remember eating pizza and talking with the guys then we put on a movie and that's it. Huh, one of the guys must've put me in bed.

I walked outside to find Bryan half falling off the couch and snoring, while Kyle was in the spread eagle on the carpet. Kyle was kinda adorable while he was asleep. A small smile grew on my face as I watched them sleep in their funny positions. I walked to the bathroom and checked my reflection. My bruises were slightly lighter and I didn't feel as much pain when I had sat up this morning. I lifted up my shirt and checked on my ribs. The bruising was better. I pressed my fingers against them and winced. It still kind of hurt but not that much.

"Hi," I yelped and turned around to face Johnnie. "How do they feel?"

"Better. They still sort of hurt, but I'll live," I answered as I analyzed his appearance. His eyes had dark circles under them like he hadn't slept much. He rubbed his eye with his palm and watched me with a tired look.

"So are you okay with last night? You didn't seem the same after you talked about your dad.." he let the sentence drag off. I look down and let my hair fall over my face.

"I'm okay, it's just a touchy subject. I just don't know what to do. What am I doing here anyway?" I shook my head and waved around the apartment. "I barely even known you guys and I've slept over here for two nights. Why are you guys being so nice to me when you barely know me?"

"Because we care. You needed help and we wanted to be the ones to give you that help. We aren't exactly from a big city so we actually care about strangers," he chuckled and stared back at me. "Plus I'm glad we did. You're kind of amazing."

"What do you mean?"

"Because you went through all that and yet you still smile. You have bruises that cover your body, and yet you are one of the most beautiful girls I've met," I blushed and looked down with grin on my face. I heard him chuckle again and walk away to the kitchen. I jogged after him and took a seat at the island.

"What exactly happened last night? I remember watching the movie then I passed out."

Johnnie moved around the kitchen grabbing eggs for breakfast. "We watched the movie. You passed out hard. And then the three of us went through all your bras," I gasped and he started laughing at my face. "I'm just kidding. We just sat around and talked some more and edited our videos for a while."

"What exactly do you do?" I asked suddenly curious about their jobs.

"We are YouTubers. I'm a vlogger and Bryan interviews bands and makes music videos and a lot of other stuff. Mostly with music. Then Kyle is a vlogger like me. We are all three a part of a joint channel called My Digital Escape along with our personal channels." As Johnnie explained their career he cooked. "By the way, I'm a vegetarian so if you want bacon or something its in the fridge."

"No, eggs are fine." I grabbed a plate and dug in as he took the seat next to me.

"I smell food." Kyle mumbled from the living room floor. I giggled and watched as he struggled to get up and get to the kitchen. "Fooooooooooddddd," his steps dragged along the floor like a zombie, and I couldn't help it and I laughed out loud. Loudly. My real laugh. The ugly one that I don't let anybody hear. That one that's snorting and ugly. My hands slapped across my mouth as I realised what just happened. Kyle was snapped to attention and staring at me and Johnnie was looking at me like I grew another head. I blushed scarlet red and turned back to my food like nothing happened.

"What the fuck was that?" a sleepy voice grumbled from the couch. We all chuckled as Bryan dragged his body army style to the kitchen. "Somebody should get a plate of food for me. I don't want to get up." His body still laying completely flat on the floor.