The Brit And The Twit

Boring Day

Jake's p.o.v 

Mira and Mike had been asleep for hours, clinging and whatnot. It was cute, and I took pictures, but now that I'm hungry, I needed a chef. I just didn't know how I'd wake him, without waking her, of course. I shrugged it off and walked into his room, grabbing Mira and dropping her on Mike. They both gasped awake, looking at each other before looking at me. Mike groaned and tugged her close, throwing a pillow at me. 

A laugh escaped my throat, letting it hit me. It was soft, so it was fine. Running my fingers through my hair, I tugged Mira's hand, chuckling as Mike sleepily held her closer. I gave his cheeks a small tap. "Wake up, I'm hungry. You're the chef here. You know what to do more than I do." He gave me a fierce glare, making my confidence falter a bit. "I could just make a sandwich.." 

Mira mumbled something in his ear, causing him to sigh and sit up. "I'll make your food, give me a bit." Mira sat up and kissed his lips, crawling out of bed and tapping my shoulder. "You owe me a bite." I gave a small nod, letting her put on her shirt, leaving the room. After a bit, the two walked out of the room, fully dressed. Mike headed into the kitchen while she nodded. 

She whispered something into his ear before leaving. "So, you and Mira getting it in?" I asked, a failed attempt to start a conversation. He shrugged and began pulling things from cabinets. I sighed, running my fingers through my hair nervously. Dialing up Jess, I waited, her voice picking up on the third ring. "Yeah, what's up love?" she asked, causing me to smile. 

"Nothing, it's just awkward for me and all, you know?" I mumbled, playing with the hem of my shirt. She gave a soft, "Mhm." She didn't really seem like talking so I gave a few words before hanging up. I grabbed my jacket, telling Mike I'd be back in a bit, and heading out. He nodded, not really caring as walked out. I stared at my feet as I walked, knowing the directions pretty perfectly. Not bothering to knock, I headed into Mira's house, yawning and flopping on her couch.

Some type of music played as she gasped, turning toward me. Groaning, she shut it off and sat a few feet away from me. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be waiting for your food?" she mumbled. I chuckled, watching as her brown eyes softened. She was so weak when it came to Brits, it was hilarious. I'd have fun, but I'd rather be fair to my mate. "Yeah, just confused of why you aren't there. So I came to get you."

Without waiting for her permission, I stood and grabbed her. Giving a small yawn, I tossed her gently over my shoulder, walking toward the door. Her squeals started sooner than expected, which made me walk quickly out the door. "God, this looks bad.. I wonder what people would think.." I mumbled, heading back to our flat.