(Schyler's pov)
I woke up and decided to get up and check on everyone. I walk down stairs and see that a few people are awake.
"Mornin y'all."
"Ugh don't talk." Oli groaned.
"I'll go get the aspirin." I laugh.
"How are you not hung over? You drank more than me." Mike groaned.
"I can handle my alcohol." I said as I walked up the stairs to get the aspirin. While I'm up here might as well get Tony up to help.
"Tony wake up." I said as I opened his door.
"Go away." He mumbled.
"Dude, I need help with the guys."
"Ugh."
"Please Tony?" I plea.
"Ugh fine." He groaned getting up. I looked at him and noticed he is really toned. Out of all the time I have known him he never walked around without a shirt like the others.
"Stare much?" Tony smirked.
"Damn dude." Was all I could say. Tony laughed and put a shirt on. We walked down stairs. Tony handed the guys aspirin while I handed them water bottles.
"Never again." I heard Vic groan.
"You say that every time." Tony laughed. After we handed everyone their aspirin and waters, I headed to the kitchen to cook. I decided to cook waffles and eggs. When I was half way done, someone grabbed me.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" I scream.
"Shut up." The person groaned. I turn around and see Mike.
"Morning." I laugh. He wraps his arms around my waist and buries his face into the crook of my neck.
"Ohhh breakfast smells good!" Alan said as he walked into the kitchen.
"Breakfast is almost done, Alan, but don't touch anything until I say so. There are multiple guys and one girl in this house. I get my breakfast before any of y'all." I said.
"Shocker, you're actually gonna eat this morning." Mike mumbled into my neck.
"What can I say? I get hungry after drinking." I laugh.
I finish cooking everyone breakfast. I make my plate before I call the guys.
"GET Y'ALL'S ASSES IN HERE IF Y'ALL WANT BREAKFAST!" I yelled. The kitchen instantly was crowded. I slip out with my plate. I go sit on the couch. Mike, Austin, and Oli are the first ones out of the kitchen. Right as I was about to eat, my phone goes off.
"Hello?"
"Is this Schyler?" The person asked.
"Yes, who is this?" I ask.
"This is Jamie. Your cousin." He said.
"Oh hey!"
"One, happy late birthday, and two, are you sitting down?" He asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"I'm sorry to tell you this over the phone, but grandma's gone."
"Grandma Barbra?" I ask.
"Yeah." He said. I put my plate on the table and walk to my room.
"I can't believe it. I didn't even get to say good bye." I mutter.
"I know. Where are you? Mom wants me to get you."
"You're gonna have to wait. I'll have to fly in." I said.
