/the worst/
/amara/
The only sounds when I woke up were repeating guitar loops and the occasional clink and clang of cooking pots knocking against each other with a hint of the ice machine here and there.
Eagerly, I hop out of bed. I can't get to the bathroom or a tooth brush in my mouth fast enough. It slows me down so much I decide to comb my hair while taking my morning piss.
Important to note I haven't needed a morning cigarette this whole time. I feel like that's a good thing. A great thing.
Luke's standing before the stove nodding to Is This It? By The Strokes when I make it to the kitchen.
"Morning." I chirp.
"Mornos." He nods, adjusting a hat over his bed head.
"Didn't take you for a morning person." I note, grabbing a chilled water bottle from the fridge.
"I'm not."
"No?"
"I'm a perpetually jet lagged person." He says, turning on the stove.
"Trying to burn the house down in my sleep I see." I tease, hopping up on the kitchen counter.
"Oh fuck off heh. I make a mean scrambled egg." Luke chuckles.
"I'll believe it when I see it." I joke, wondering when he managed to learn how to cook while also being a famous musician.
"You gonna talk smack or you gonna tell me if you want cheese or not?" Luke dares, very professionally buttering the pan.
"Not necessary." I shake my head.
While I set the small table, I wonder if he's doing this because of what I confessed to last night. It's no crime. I just don't want him to be suddenly hyper aware of my food intake. It's a burden I don't want to add to his load.
But damn it. It's just an egg.
A damn good egg at that.
"Is the quiet good or bad in this case?" Luke asks, sipping the orange juice and licking the excess off his lips.
"Good." I say between bites.
"Told you! Scrambled eggs are my bitch." He boasts.
"Okay, okay. They're not that good." I say despite adding a forkful to my toast.
"Such a bad liar." Luke shakes his head, laughing.
"So did you kill all our friends or something? Where's the lot?" I wonder, I haven't seen them since the road trip it took to get us here.
Luke snorts, "Jesus. Do you still think I'm a serial killer?"
"I haven't ruled out the possibility yet."
"They're three houses down heh. Freak."
"Woah! Touchy subject?" I giggle.
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Fanfiction"Look at you, so pretty when you do what you're told." I attempt at flirting again. She crossed her arms over her chest, "Yeah? What am I when I don't do when I'm told?" "I for one, can't wait to find out."