all of me (Gracie Abrams/You)

Chapter 5 - unscrambled eggs

Rays of sunbeam, chill music, and the fresh smell of coffee beans pulled the Y/E/C-eyed girl out of her deep slumber.

Hold on, where was the screaming and crying of kids?

That was enough to send panic through her veins and make her immediately reach over to grab her phone. 12:49 PM. Shit! All her siblings were so late for school. She frantically looked around her to grab her stuff to get ready but quickly realised something.

A tiny little something was off.

She wasn't in her room. After all, her room didn't have the fucking view of all of Los Angeles from the window. And her room certainly wouldn't smell like coffee. She whipped her head to the source of the smell and saw Gracie Abrams standing there, the girl didn't really seem that concerned to announce her presence, she was just looking at her amused while stirring something by the stove. "Is this your cue to scream out my full name again?" Gracie joked.

"I would've but now I don't feel like it anymore." Y/E/C-coloured eyes then travelled to the empty tequila bottle on the little coffee table. They finished an entire bottle of tequila. Right... Last night's memories started slowly flowing back in. She turned to the owner of the apartment again. "Were you just staring at me until I noticed you, you creep?"

"I figured you'd panic even more if you randomly heard my voice while you're still trying to figure out where you are," Gracie explained with a shrug. "How do you like your eggs, by the way?"

"Anything but scrambled."

"Ah," Gracie acknowledged, looking down at the scrambled eggs. Y/N quietly slid to her side and looked at the eggs as well. "Ah," the Y/E/C-eyed girl repeated in the same tone, chuckling lightly.

"I'll just unscramble them, don't worry."

Y/N looked at the eggs in the pan, then back to Gracie again, quite worried. She would've told her it was fine and that she would eat it anyway, but she was also kinda curious how she could 'unscramble them'. Anyway. "Can I use your bathroom?"

"No." Gracie paused for a second, just for the comical value, before a grin broke out her features. "It's the door on the left."

The Y/E/C-eyed girl shook her head, but couldn't help the breathy chuckle too. "You're so funny."

"I know." Gracie nodded proudly. "There should be a spare toothbrush somewhere in the cabinet. Just try not to touch anything you shouldn't."

"Scared what I'll find there, but sure."

Fortunately, Y/N didn't find anything outrageously crazy in Gracie's bathroom and emerged minutes later, much more refreshed than before. She joined the brunette in the open kitchen again and peeked over her shoulder.

"Look, I unscrambled them," Gracie said, pointing at the now sunny side fried egg in a pan with her spatula. Like a kid happily showing off her little handiwork. Y/N looked over to the plate with the scrambled eggs right next to the stove and raised her eyebrows. Gracie rolled her eyes and tried to hide it from her view some more. "Just believe in my magic."

"Sure." Y/N laughed. Another wave of emotions hit her again. "Thank you for this, Abrams. For taking me in last night, listening to my pathetic rants, and... making me breakfast."

"Brunch," Gracie corrected. She bit her lip, debating on whether or not to address the more important thing that just came out of her mouth. It obviously meant a lot to the Y/E/C-eyed girl, but she also felt bad to dig the fresh wound open again. "I don't think any of it was pathetic. You're hurting and you just wanted to let it out."

"Exactly. Disgusting."

"Y/N!" the older girl scolded.

"Okay, okay. Fine."