Half a Hero

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Alyssa’s POV

Thursday morning. I hate… no, despise week days. I wish I could just sleep forever. Sadly, if I slept forever I would have no time to eat. And everyone who knows me knows that food comes first. With this sad but true thought in mind I got out of bed and slumped toward my closet.  What to wear, what to wear. I had already memorized everything in my closet but I still looked through it in case something sparked an interest. Ugh! Why me, five attractive boys in my house and nothing to wear? I closed my eyes to randomly select an article of clothing. I usually did this when I was bored just to see if my hands liked a certain style. I grabbed the closest thing towards me, a white sweater. I then grabbed a pair of red skinny jeans.

I’m hungry. I’m always hungry. I’m usually hungry. I’m exceedingly hungry. I’m not hungry. Whatever word I use in between ‘I’m’ and ‘hungry’ doesn’t change the outcome. Food! Even if I wasn’t hungry I’d still be eating something. Today is my turn to make breakfast. What should I make? Waffle omelets? Biscuits and gravy? Green eggs and ham? I’ll just make biscuits and gravy because we had waffles yesterday and I don’t think the boys would eat green eggs.

I changed into my chosen outfit and ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. I glanced at the clock thinking it was near noon, but it was 7:30. Seven friggin’ thirty in the AM! It’s way too early. Why me? Why? The boys are probably still sleeping. Half the world is probably still asleep. I know what you’re thinking, “What’s her problem?” or “she is soooo over exaggerating!” or you’re just laughing your head off. But it’s true. I am the queen of over exaggeration.

I can’t turn back now. I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep anyways. So… Onward to the making of breakfast. I grabbed the ground sausage from the fridge and started cooking it in the skillet. I then added milk, flour, and some seasoning. It eventually stared to thicken. I got the premade Pillsbury dough out and put it on a baking sheet and placed that in the preheated oven. Slowly the meal started to come together and it smelt delicious. Once the biscuits were done I placed them on a cooling rack and grabbed a clean pot and a wooden spoon. I casually walked into the living room where the five boys where sprawled across the room. Harry and Louis on the couch, Niall on the love seat, Zayn on Liam and Liam on the floor. They looked so cute asleep like that. Too bad for them.

BANG! BANG! BANG! Everyone jumped a mile high. If I can’t sleep, neither can they.

“What the hell?!” Harry yelled.

“Breakfast is ready.” I spoke sweetly. I smiled.

“It smells delicious.” Niall smiled. “Biscuits and gravy?” Niall asked. He could probably tell by the smell.

“Yup.” I said popping the ‘p’. I smiled and walked back in the kitchen. “Alana!” I yelled up to tell her breakfast was ready.

“I know” she yelled. She must have heard the pot and spoon. She ran down the stairs wearing ripped jeans and a new band t-shirt with a studded belt and some eyeliner. She has the rock style I could only dream of pulling off. I don’t know why but I was feeling very motherly today, because I set the table and made the plates. The boys walked into the kitchen and sat around the table I had set. It felt like a normal family breakfast. And I hated it. I grabbed a bunch of random cooking utensils and put them in the middle of the table.

“What’s that for?” Liam asked.

“Everyone takes one and tries to eat their food with it. It’s fun.” I stated. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy. “Everyman for himself!” I yelled as I lunged at the pile of utensils, grabbing for anything but the whisk. Everyone looked at me, the pile, then at each other, and then they all lunged themselves. I got the grilling fork. Alana got the tongs. Harry got the spoon. Liam got the meat masher thingy. Louis got the spatula. And poor Niall got the whisk.