THE INTERLUDE. | jjk

CHAPTER SIX !

HOUSTON, TX

The bright morning rays shined through the living room window, casting a light on my face that caused me to unconsciously scrunch it, turning to face the pillows on the couch in an attempt to shade my eyes. I could hear soft clicking and clacking nearby, mixing with the sounds of outside neighbors starting their days. Despite the noise, nothing was able to wake me besides the smell of freshly cooked bacon and cinnamon toast. I popped my head up from the couch, allowing my nose to guide my head in the direction of the kitchen before I allowed my eyes to flutter open.

I saw Brianna leaning against the island counter, reading instructions on the back of the pancake box. Her face looked so concentrated, and she was still rubbing her eyes here and there. I saw something on the stove sizzle, emitting a flow of smoke from the pan. The aroma of the house reminded me of back home, or at least Brianna's house on a brisk Sunday morning when I would come over before church and her mom would make a big breakfast spread. "You're up," Brianna said, gaining my attention.

I just hummed in response, setting myself up and positioning my body at the edge of the couch. "What are you cooking?" I asked her as she sat the pancake mixture down and headed towards the stove, removing the pan. "I made bacon and pancakes," She said, grabbing a pair of tongs and then two plates, setting the two on the counter. "I also made you that cinnamon toast stuff my mom used to make you."

I chuckled a little as I stood to my feet, and headed to the kitchen as I used my hands to fix my hair up. She turned to me with a slice of toast in hand, putting it to my mouth. "Taste and tell me what you think," she said, pressing it to my lips before I took a bite. The flavor of cinnamon mixed with brown sugar, the crunch of the bread along with the warm feeling it gave my mouth were all so pleasant. A moan of joy was heard as I chewed, and I could see Brianna's eyes light up instantly.

"You like it?" She asked, brushing off the side of my mouth with her thumb. "Yeah, that hit," I said, nodding off at her seeing as she giddily went back to the stove, finishing up our plates. "I didn't know when Jermaine would be back," She said setting the plate down beside me as I hoisted myself on top of the island counter. "So I didn't make enough for him."

"He'll be ight, he probably won't be back until later anyways," I said, grabbing the plate and saying a silent prayer before eating. "Getcho' ass off the counter and sit in a chair like you have some common sense," She said as she rounded the counter, and sat at one of the barstools. "Girl this my shit," I said, turning back to see her looking at me. "Jungkook, don't anger me."

I sucked my teeth, hopping down from the counter. She was just like her mother, always getting on me about sitting on or misusing products. For instance, when we were younger, I vividly remember her mom popped me for sitting on the armrest of the couch instead of on the cushion. "That's what I thought."

"Ain't nobody stuntin' you girl." I said jokingly before the sound of a phone ringing disrupted our banter, "I think that's me," Brianna said, hopping up from her seat and going to grab her phone from by the counter. I watched as she picked it up, smiling widely before answering. "Hey, Mommy!" Brianna shouted in the phone, resting against the kitchen sink.