Unwelcome

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          My head bobs up and down to the music that is blasting out of my airpods. I swivel in the kitchen while stirring my cup of coffee. The brown liquid splishes as I shimmy around when the song gets to a particularly good part.

I hum along to the beat and leap onto the stool, banging my knee on the counter in the process.

"Ow"

        I hug my knee to my chest for a second and rock back and forth, muttering arabic swear words that JJ taught me under my breath. I freeze when I see Dantes brown eyes glowering at me from his perch on the other side of the breakfast bar.

I smile sheepishly and look down at my food.

A plate of bacon, eggs and toast sits infront of me. Sweet Tilly made it for me and not for Dante so thats why he's been glaring at me for the past 15 minutes. But then again Dante glares at everything and everyone so you probably can't tell the difference between his average stare or withering glare.

      I pick up a piece of bacon and chew it loudly all while triumphantly side-eyeing Dante because I'm petty like that.

After a couple minutes of playing around I finally push my plate towards him.

"You want some?"

He doesn't say anything, instead he just pulls the plate until its infront of him and he starts inhaling it like he's an improved version of Henry Hoover.'

I stare at him, fascinated by his ability to swallow half of the food without chewing it.

    "What"

I shake my head, "Nothing... its just...."

"Just what?"

"I think you're supposed to chew the food before swallowing it"

"Shut up"

     "Okay.. do you—"

"Shut up"

"Okay"

I take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

Caffein is hands down one of the best human discoveries in all the time that this world existed. No one can argue with me on that.

The chorus of the song blasts through the airpods and I can't help but mutter along the lyrics.

I spin around the stool until the song finishes.

       When I stop I find Dante looking at me with a strange look on his face. If I was being optimistic I might say he has a half smile on his face, a tick if I was being negative.

"Hey" a voice says from behind me accusingly,

I swivel and find Leonardo standing behind me in his neat school uniform with his chocolate brown hair mussed up,

      "That's my cup" He says pointing to MY cup of coffee.

"No its not" I shoot back, offended.

"Yes it is" He snaps

"All the cups look the same" I point out, "so how am I supposed to know which one is yours"

"One, they're not all the same" He scratches his groomed jaw, "Two, if you don't know who owns the cup you're using then don't use it in the first place"

"Oh come on, the only cup that looks different is the one that has Luca's face printed on it an—"

      "Wait, we still have that?"