Just Colleagues

7. Hung(over)ry

I wake up in a slightly groggy state of mind. The sun is beaming through my curtains and the seagulls are squawking. I rub my eyes to adjust my sight and grab my phone from my nightstand.

10:45am

"Fuck" I groan under my breath. It's pretty late.

I stretch my body out and yawn before walking into my bathroom to get myself ready for the day. I take a quick shower, brush my teeth, and put on some comfy clothes before going downstairs to make some food. My stomach grumbles to the max, making my hungover body feel even more nauseous than it was. As I make my way out of my room, I make sure to check on Sarah, so I motion myself toward her door.

Locked.

Nice to know her and John B had to lock the room when they arrived back from the party. Gross.

Before going downstairs, I feel the urge to walk toward Rafe's door to check on him as well, but I decide to just go downstairs instead and make myself some food.

As I walk toward the kitchen I find Pope, Kie, and JJ sleeping soundly on the living room couches. JJ's face is almost covered by the pillow underneath his head, his mouth wide open and drool coming out. I shake my head, snort at the sight of the boy and head over to the kitchen cabinets.

After a few moments of digging through the ingredients, I decide to make a batch of bacon, scrambled eggs, and pancakes for the whole house. After all, there are 7 hungover teens who would desperately want some home-cooked brunch when they wake up.

I start cooking the pancakes first, mixing some pancake mix with the suggested ingredients on the cardboard box it came with, as well as some chocolate chips. I pile each freshly made pancake on top of each other on a clean serving plate. I make sure to make 12 just in case one of the boys want seconds or even thirds. I set the pile of pancakes on the kitchen island along with syrup, butter, and whipped cream.

The bacon was easy to make, so that didn't take up a lot of time. I pile the bacon up onto another plate and set it right next to the pancakes on the island.

As I was finishing up with the scrambled eggs, I hear footsteps walking down the stairs. I look up from the pan to see Rafe with a towel over his shoulder.

"That's who is making such good smelling food, huh?" He says as he walks down the staircase. I glance over to see him using his towel to dry his freshly washed hair, a smile on his face and his damp skin glistening from the rays of light peaking into the house.

"Good morning, Mr. Cameron" I respond. I tilt my head toward the direction of Kie and the boys slumped on the living room couches and Rafe cups his hand over his mouth.

"Fuck. Sorry" he whispers as he continues his way over to me.

But to his luck, JJ and Pope slowly wake up from Rafe's voice and instantly smell the food wafting from the kitchen into the living room.

"AYO, WHOS COOKIN'?" I hear a hungry JJ yell.

"Oh my god" I mumble.

Rafe laughs at my frustration. "You need some help?"

I look up at him with a slight smile and nod. He grabs the spatula from my hand and finishes the rest of the scrambled eggs as I stride over to the awakened boys.

"JJ, you've got to be joking. Kie is literally asleep" I loudly whisper to him.

JJ rubs his eyes while Pope tries to apologize over his constant yawning.

"I'm awake. I'm just trying to calm myself down so I don't attack JJ for waking me up" says a tired Kiara, her eyes still shut.

The boys and I chuckle and Kie flips us off in return.