Wild Ride - The Alternative Version (Book 2)

Chapter 40~Helping Danika, Part 2

When I woke up in the morning, Danika was still asleep on the floor. I could just make out the smell of bacon from where I was laying in my bed, which gave me both the feeling of hunger and relief. If there was the smell of bacon, then that meant there had to be someone else here, 'someone else' meaning my parents. Unless, they were just to make it for themselves before they left...

I felt terror rise up inside of me, and I had to once again coax myself away from those thoughts. Just then, Danika rolled over to face my bed, stretching out, and I knew that she was waking up. Pretty soon she opened her eyes, staring up at me from the floor. I decided to play a little joke on her.

"Oh good, you're finally up. Do you know how long I've been waiting for you? I had to miss breakfast and lunch!" I exclaimed. 

Her eyes went wide and she shot up out of her sleeping bag, sitting up. "Whoa! How long did I sleep for!? What time is it!?" 

I burst into laughter at the expression on her face, and the fact that she fell for it. "I can't believe you fell for that! You should know that if I'm hungry, and you're not awake, I'm ditching you for the food!" 

Realization that I'd pulled one over on her crossed on Danika's face, and then she threw one the pillows she slept on last night at me. It landed right on top of my face, but I was still laughing as I picked it up. 

"Buttmunch!" She yelled at me, glancing at the clock and seeing it was only nine in the morning. 

I threw the pillow back at her. "Munchbutt!" The pillow hit her in the stomach, and we both burst into laughter. When we finally stopped laughing, I said, "Well, I think there's food downstairs, and if you want some, you better get yourself downstairs before I eat it all." 

Danika smirked. "Challenge accepted." 

With that, we both got ourselves onto our feet and raced down the stairs as fast as we could without falling, but little did she know I was racing to the kitchen for more than just food. We turned the corner and I took the lead ahead of her, instantly speeding up to get to the kitchen. I ran into the room and skidded to a halt, relieved to find them both still here. 

Dad looked up at me from where he was leaning up against the counter, drinking out of a bottle of water. "Whoa, slow down there goober, before you end up wrecking yourself."

"Hey, livin' life as a daredevil requires that I make speedy trips downstairs to the kitchen, especially when there's food." I protested teasingly, and Mom laughed. 

He rolled his eyes playfully. "Yeah, ok, but you're not supposed to be a daredevil at the moment, remember? Doctor's orders." 

"Well I made it downstairs perfectly fine without breaking into two halves, so I think this time it's fine." I said, totally forgetting I'm not supposed to be running or anything yet. That doesn't come 'til the end of this week. 

Dad just shook his head as Mom handed him a plate, and Danika and I sat at the bar. I thought he was bringing it to me until he swooped it right over my head saying, "Sorry, first dish goes to the guest this time." He set it down in front of Danika, and I pouted. He turned back to Mom, who gave him another plate, and this time that one went to me. "But this one's for the princess." He set it down in front of me and leaned across the bar to kiss my forehead. 

The pout on my face dissolved into a smile. "Okaaayyy, I'll allow it this tiiiiime." He just chuckled in response before going to get his own plate. 

After we ate breakfast, Danika and I went to get dressed since we have to bring her home in a couple hours, so she took the bathroom and I changed in my room. I wore one of the shirts that I got when I lived in LA with Mom for playing basketball at school, we get t-shirts to wear to the games, and then we get to keep them at the end. This year I'll get my first from Huntington Beach. The one I was wearing was kind of a golden yellow color with white lettering, and on the back it had the number '4' in the middle. For pants I just wore a dark pair of jeans, which is really the only kind I like. I don't like light wash, so pretty much whole drawer is either filled with black or dark wash.