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~Chapter 13~

I finish the breakfast and set it on the counter, even putting paper towels on top of it. They probably won't be up anytime soon, knowing them. They always tend to wake up late, around sometime in the afternoon. Yet, they go to sleep in the morning, around 4 am. Not gonna lie, I usually tend to do it too. But, we're the pack. What do you expect? A normal sleeping schedule? 

I grab my coffee and take a sip of it, and immediately feel relieved with the warmth comforting my nearly frozen body. I'm not sure why, but it's always cold in their house. I know it's Florida, but the house is colder than the outside. And that says a lot, since the temperature is at most 40 degrees. I sit down at the island table, and set my coffee down beside me. I grab my spoon and swirl my coffee around in the cup, boredom once again taking over my mind. Better than the hospital. I prop my head up on my fists, scanning the kitchen for what to do. What is there to even do around here? I glance at the boxes on the ground, reading 'fragile.' They haven't even unpacked their monitors yet. No minecraft? No internet other than your phone? Which, were destroyed in the crash. What is there to do around here when you're alone? And to add on, other than Jerome's phone, there's no internet. Great. 

I groan, before hearing something fall. Never mind, probably someone. It would suck if they were a top bunk. I hear them curse something; or what sounded like cursing, before their footsteps pound on the staircase. I pretend not to hear them, looking down and continuing to stir my coffee with my spoon. "Who is the fudge is up this ea-" I look up, finding Preston standing there. Not gonna lie, he looked adorable. And no, no I am not gay. His hair was everywhere, he was slouching, giant t-shirt, baggy sweatpants, and he was squinting. Oh my god, this is hilarious. I grin at him, and point to the counter with my spoon. "I made food!" I chirp. He squints even more as he looks at the food and looks at me intently. "You cook?" He asks. I snort. "I know right? But eh, I was feelin' crafty. I tend to cook from time to time." I smirk. He chuckles and rolls his eyes, running a hand through his hair. "Oi, Craftbattleduty feeling crafty. How ironic." He jokes. I laugh, as he walks over and tries to get a plate. Key word, tries. He's not tall enough. I sigh and smile while getting up, walking over to him. I stand beside him, watching him try to reach it. I laugh. "You are a terrible person Mr.Power.," He says, jumping up again, only for me the push the plates backward in the cabinet. He lands, and smacks me in the stomach. "Terrible!" He yells,  hitting me in the stomach playfully. 

"Fine, fine." I groan jokingly, grabbing and handing him a plate. I purposely give him a flowery plate, wondering if he'll notice. To my surprise, he doesn't. He takes the plate and grabs a pancake and some bacon, and sits beside my seat at the island. I grab a strip of bacon and the syrup, and sit back down in my seat. "So uh..." He leads, "Why didn't you cook any fish?" He smirks, and I laugh awkwardly. "They didn't have any." "Wait, you actually considered making fish?" I blush lightly, and cough. "Yeah." He laughs. He immediately looks up, and looks at the counter looking for something. I slide the syrup in front of his gaze. He focuses his eyes on it, before furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. "How did you...." "You got a pancake, with no syrup. I knew it was coming." I laugh, and he blushes this time, and I poke his cheek. I hear something by the staircase, and I immediately look up. Jerome is standing there, smirking. He pretends to cough. "*cough* Leston *cough*" He laughs afterward, ruining being low-key altogether. "Heyyyy!" Preston yells, glaring at Jerome. Jerome only makes a heart with his hands, before drifting over to the food. I just roll my eyes. 

"Who cooked?" He asks, looking at all of the food. I mean, I made eggs, pancakes, bacon, grits, and toast. It's a house of six, what'd you expect? I raise my hand, and he looks at me confused. "You cook?" He asks. "That's what I said!" Preston yells, raising his available arm. "Why does everyone think it's weird that I cooked? I can cook from time to time!" I yell, holding out my hands defensively. "It's just-" Jerome shivers. "Unnatural." I raise an eyebrow. "Unnatural? Oh god, please don't tell me I 'can't' cook cause I'm Australian." I moan, rubbing the creases of my eyes. "Well, fair point," Jerome laughs, and Preston giggles. I kick Preston's foot, and I feel him glare at me. "But I was gonna say because you're always like, 'Maccas Maccas, Chipotle!'" He mocks. I scoff. "Darude." I mutter, stirring my coffee. "Yet, you don't deny it." Jerome smirks. I just rolls my eyes, and sip my coffee. "Yknow, I would impersonate you, but all it would be is, Fish fish fish!" I laugh.  I hear Preston laugh, but I notice something. He's staring at me. Nah, I didn't sign up for this. Stop staring at me mother fudger.  I see him shake his head lightly, before finishing his food. I look over and notice Jerome already has his plate of food, and is demolishing it. 

As I get up to go to the bathroom, I hear someone push their chair in with an annoying screech, before their footsteps follow me. I turn around finding Preston staring up at me. "Yes?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. He raises his eyebrows at me. That's right, he can't raise only one. "Why is your ear bleeding?" Oh god, that was real. The blood was really real. How did it happen in real life? Oh god, more questions. The last thing I need at the moment. I tap my ear, and see the blood is obviously still there. I sigh, and wipe the blood off on the bottom of my shirt. "I'm not sure... I had a weird dream." I explain. I'm not going into anymore detail than that, I don't need anyone to be suspicious.  I mean, my ear is bleeding. There are endless possibilities for what they could think. One time, I had red acrylic paint on the cuffs on my long sleeve shirt, and they thought I was cutting. Like, fam. I love you guys, but I'm okay. "A dream? Then how are you bleeding in real life?" He asks confused. I give him the most 'wtf' look possible. "You think I know?" I respond. He just shrugs, before going back to the island table and sitting back down. I go and use the bathroom, hearing a thump upstairs in the process.  I hear muffled laughter, and multiple footsteps shuffling down the staircase. Well, I guess the others are up. I quickly wash my hands and clean my ears of blood, before returning to the kitchen.

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