5. Love the Smell of Pancakes in the Morning

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Abigail's P.O.V:

I woke up in the morning to smell pancakes.

Well that is new.

I threw my sheets away from my legs as I hobbled downstairs to see that Jared reading from his laptop. Jensen was making pancakes. Dallas, was Dallas. He was looking out the window.

"Morning." Jensen greeted me with a kind smile.

"Good morning." I replied.

I sat in front of Dallas as he turned his attention to me. Exactly like he did in the hospital.

"How you doing?" I asked.

Dallas nodded slightly as Patrick walked into the kitchen.

"Wow, I'm usually the first one up." He laughed.

Jensen set down a plate of pancakes as we all started to dig in.

Maximus walked into the kitchen as he greeted everyone. He stood next to Patrick as he tapped his shoulder.

"Can I talk to you?" Maximus asked.

Maximus' P.O.V:

"Sure." Patrick smiled as he and I walked out of the kitchen and into the dining room where Elisa was at also.

"What's up?" Patrick asked.

"Oh, I wanted to talk to you and Elisa about something. She is family after all." I smiled at her.

They stood there waiting for my question as I quietly cleared my throat.

"I got the part of Roy Harper on Arrow." I said.

"That's great news!" Elisa exclaimed.

"Yea." I smiled.

"But-" I said.

"But?" Patrick asked. "What? You don't want the part?"

I shook my head, "no it's just-" I scratched the back of my neck. "Jensen said that I should move over to Vancouver for the shootings of the show. It will be hard to come here every weekend."

Patrick almost dropped his cup of coffee as Elisa sat there shocked.

"You want to move?" Elisa asked.

"I don't want to quit my job." I said. "I can't depend on you guys supporting me."

"We adopted you for like 5 months? Now you want to go?" Patrick asked.

"I'm 18!"

"But you're so young!"

"What? You don't support me!" I exclaimed.

"I do. It's just-" Patrick said.

I groaned in frustration as I took off to my room without breakfast.

I entered inside my room to see Mitchel and Grant still sleeping on the ground.

I sat on Spencer's bed as I pulled out his guitar.

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