Heaped Up

Chapter 2

Heaped Up

Chapter 2

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 Yesterday we had to unpack our stuff and organize everything which made us stay awake till 4 AM. Of course, I'm talking about me and Jonathan. Dad had finished unpacking his stuff ealier and went to bed. I was so exhausted that I ended up sleeping on the floor.

The next morning, I woke up and felt a cold surface pressed against my cheek. I opened my eyes and saw that I was laying on the hallway's floor. I turned around and looked at my brother who had his back pressed on the wall and his head was dangling. I got off my feet and walked towards him. 

"Jonathan." I whisper-yelled. But he didn't respond. 

"Jona." No response.

"Nathan." Still, no response.

"Dammit Jonathan!" I yelled while kicking him on the waist which caused him to roll on the floor and growl while rubbing his waist.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He shouted at me.

"I don't know. But I can smell bacons and eggs, so you better get your lazy ass up or else I'll be eating your food." I told him while heading to my room.

"Ugghh.." I heard him groan and then pushed himself up.

I entered the bathroom and made my way to the sink. I picked up my toothbrush from the clay pot and held my toothpaste on the other hand and squeezed it slightly. I started brushing my teeth and rinsed my mouth quickly and sprayed some water on my face to lessen the laziness. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my upper lip looked bruised. I chose to ignore it got out of the toilet and went to the closet. I picked my dark washed skinny jeans and slipped into it. I wore my white tank top and topped it with my baby pink flowy cardigan and navy converse. I didn't even bother to brush my hair cause it's just a waste of time cause it'll crumple up again.

I sprinted downstairs and the smell of fresh smoked bacons welcomed me and I found myself drooling and my legs were walking on their own. I took a seat and rested my elbows on the table and stared at my dad who seemed too busy cooking to even notice my presence.

"Morning!" Jonathan entered the kitchen and plopped up on the chair that was seated next to mine. 

Dad's head snapped towards us and he smiled genuinely at us. "Hey kids," He said.

He opened the cabinet and took three plates and glasses and put each of them in its right place. He placed 6 slices of bacon on each plate and got some scrambled eggs. He poured himself a glass of apple juice and some orange juice for me and Jonathan.

I took a bite and couldn't help but moan at the heavenly thing that's melting in my mouth. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the delicious taste when Jonathan interrupted, "Dad, are those from heaven?" He asked while pointing at the bacons.

"You mean the man who made them? Yes." Dad shrugged and laughed quietly.

"You'le sho pull op youshelp." I told dad with a mouthful of bacons and eggs.

"You just spitted your guts on me you disgusting bastard." Jonathan whined while wiping his face with his shirt.

"Boston what happened to your lips?" Dad asked concerned.

I gulped, "I was messing with Jonathan's razor." I lied.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Jonathan yelled. And of course, dad chuckled.

"Whatever, I'm done anyway." I said while getting off the table and heading to the living room and plopped up on the couch.

I spent the afternoon watching boring basketball games and some lame shows on TV with my father and Jonathan. It was finally 5 PM so I had to get ready because Marc was going to pick me up by 6. I went up to my room and opened my closet to pick something proper to wear. I decided to just change  the skinny jeans and wear my short denim jeans. I pinned my hair up into a high ponytail and applied several coats of mascara and voila, I'm  ready. I looked at the clock, it was 5:30 PM.