Gang || #Wattys2016

Chapter 8

Rylie's P.O.V.

I felt a lot more safe having Cassidy with me last night, I'm a little worried about Skylar. All the girls are worried about her, she was missing this morning. We all went down stairs looking for one of the guys to talk to. Seeing no one down there Cassidy and I decided to get them out here. We are making breakfast, pancakes and bacon. One of the guys must have went grocery shopping, there are all sorts of things too make.

Once the bacon started frying and making a delicious smell we heard a stampede come down the stairs. Bacon is probably one of my favorite aromas. Vanilla or cocoanut being my top favorites, Cassidy likes vanilla too. Everyone thinks I'm weird because my favorite food is cheddar brats. They only think that because I can make almost whatever I want and I chose brats as my favorite food.

"Hey boys, we need to talk," Cassidy said. She held the plate of bacon in her right arm with a tongs in her other hand.

Carmon was leaning on the counter looking exhausted, she mumbled a yup. She had dark bags under her eyes from lack of sleep.

"What," Derek said sitting at the table with all the other guys, all of them except Ben. He doesn't really seem like the type that would skip a meal. I mean he isn't fat or anything but last night before we fed them he was complaining about being hungry like a ten year old going through a growth spurt.

"If we are to 'work' here. We are going to get respect, honesty, and good manners, that seems fair, right?" she asked.

"That seems fine, do you men agreed?" all of them said yup but Damon, he just grumbled.

"Great now who wants breakfast," Cassidy asked grinning.

"Wait, but where's Skylar?" asked Carmon is a half-awake tone.

"She had to go to a training facility for her job in the gang," said Luke eyeing the bacon. He seemed to be handling the honesty rule quite well.

"Is she safe there?" asked Cassidy worriedly. Sometimes I feel Cassidy worries to much. She has wrinkles on her forehead from her face she makes when she's worried or stressed. She is growing up too fast, I think she feels that she has to raise and take care of me since our mom can't.

Luke nodded almost drooling, "Please can we eat now!!!!!!!!" screamed Luke, he was jumping up and down with a fork in his hand. I swear he acts like a child. It's surprising he's older than me. He's kind of cute though I guess.

Cassidy gave him bacon and pancakes giggling. She looked at the other men waiting for them to use their manners.

"Please" they said simultaneously, except Damon though expectantly. Cassidy served everyone but him and stopped in front of him.

"Are you not hungry Damon?" she asked with a smug grin. She knows he doesn't have manners and she knows it would be torture for him to use them. I admire her for her confidence, she defiantly isn't afraid to speak her mind when needed.

"Yes, p-ple..." he said sounding quiet at the end. All the guys were looking at him, waiting to see what he was going to do.

"What was that?" she asked turning her ear towards him. I almost laughed but thought it wouldn't be a good time.

"Yes, p-please," he said pained saying the simple word. His face was red and he was breathing quite fast.

Cassidy nodded in content and gave him his food. We were about to dish up our own plates till we got interrupted.

"More Please!!" Luke yelled holding out his plate his muscles flexed.

I giggled at his happy attitude and dished it for him instead of Cassidy.

Before I had the chance to leave Luke grabbed my wrist pulling me close to him. He smiled looking at me, and whispered in me ear, "Thank you angel eyes."

I blushed and shuffled back keeping my head down. The way he talked gave me butterflies, he didn't sound childish at all, he sounded, manly.

"What did he say to you," Cassidy asked in concern.

"He said thank you," I said shrugging my shoulders still blushing.

"Oh," she said looking like she was thinking. A part of me didn't know if she believed me or not, I mean I didn't lie to her.

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Carmon's P.O.V.

Reading that late was a huge mistake, I'm drained. This morning during breakfast I almost fell asleep on the counter.

"You ready to do some laundry?" asked Quinn smiling.

I groaned and followed him. He handed me a basket and he carried two in each arm.

"I'll bring the other two down next trip," he said nodding his head toward the direction he wanted me to go. We went downstairs into the basement, we took a right and into the room to the left. It was the laundry room, but it was an awesome laundry room. Just for me I'm guessing for how it's decorated. There was a recliner in there with a side table, the side table had three empty baskets next to it, on the table there was a laptop that had my name on it in stickers, I would recognize it anywhere.

I was confused on why they would let me have my computer but whatever.

"Having your computer is a privilege, and don't think about contacting anyone, the only thing we left you access with is that dinky wattpad thing you have, we blocked it from being able to message or comment on anything so don't even try," he said smiling.

I squealed, this is awesome, now I can read what other people have been writing, I haven't seen anyone's updates in what seems like forever. I set the laundry down and looked at the washer and drier. They were nice, like really nice, I think they might be the newest ones, you know, like the ones you can talk too. It looks like you could fit a body in there!

I looked behind me and saw a beautiful folding counter. It was a Marble countertop with a lot of space. I could defiantly see myself spending a lot of time in this room...not that I have much of a choice anyway.

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I can't think of a book so how about you guys comment your favorite book or book series??

I finally got out of the hospital so I am planning of writing a few more chapters.

I'm having really bad writers block.

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