The Little Detective

Screw The Point of Order!

TW MENTIONS OF SH
Laura's Pov
Me and Chris woke up around the same time so to save ourselves from boredom we decided to make breakfast. And by make breakfast I mean make a mess of the kitchen while having a dance party to Taylor Swift.

"I'm drunk in the back of the car," I sang into my spatula as Chris continues the lyrics into his.

"And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar,"

"OH!" We both sing at the same time.

"Said, "I'm fine," but it wasn't true!" I continued singing.

"I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you," we both semi yelled not wanting to wake up Scarlett.

"And I snuck in through the garden gate. Every night that summer just to seal my fate," I danced around the kitchen as Chris flipped a pancake in the air.

"OH!"

"And I screamed for whatever it's worth," Chris plopped a pancake on the rest which were cooling off on a plate.

""I love you," ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?" I sang pulling out the cutlery.

"He looks so pretty let me tell you," Chris sang making me stop.

"Those aren't the lyrics," I looked at him laughing a little.

"Wait there not?" He asked confused.

"No, it's he looks up grinning like a devil," I laughed at the look on his face.

"Oh well news to me," we both started laughing and continued our dance party until there was no more batter left.

We were jamming out to Paper Rings when all of a sudden, we hear someone yell over the music. "What in the world is going on here?!" Our heads whip around to the stairwell where we see Scarlett balancing on one foot. Chris is on his knee holding his hands up as if he were proposing while I was acting happy and surprised with my hands over my mouth.

Chris immediately jumps up and rushes over to Scarlett helping her over to a seat. "Your breakfast madam," I said with a fake French accent while setting a plate of pancakes topped with strawberries and powdered sugar.

"Why thank you," she chuckled.

I walked back into the kitchen to grab mine and Chris's plate before taking a seat across from Scarlett who was sat next to Chris.

"Thanks Hobbes," Chris smiled at me as I handed him is plate.

"Hobbes?" Scarlett questioned.

"Yeah, like Calvin and Hobbes, we were bored so we got to talking about random things and we found out that we both love Calvin and Hobbes. So, I started calling her Hobbes."

"Yep and were both obsessed with jellybeans although his opinion on Tutti-Fruittis is insulting." I gave him a side eye.

"I'm sorry they just aren't that good," he said with fake sympathy.

"You take that back!" I pointed an accusing finger at him.

Chris stuck his tongue out at me in retaliation making Scarlett chuckle. "You two are both children,"

"I'm not a child he's just wrong," Chris gasped in fake offense slapping a hand over his chest.

"Well, you to seem to have had an eventful morning," Scarlett chuckled.

"How's your ankle feeling?" I asked changing the subject.

"It's still hurts pretty bad but it's a little better than yesterday," a lightbulb seemed to have gone off in his head as Chris darted from his seat at the table and dashed up the stairs only to reappear moments later with an orange bottle of pills in his hand.