Something in the Way You Move [O'J]

Part 13

I don't know what to name this chapter so...it's just Part 13.

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Callie's POV

I wake up early, when the sun streams through my window. I lay in bed for a while, thinking about last night. I had a good time with Glen; we had pizza and watched Disney movies and sang to each other while watching them. I wonder how Danny's night was. I hope it went well for him. It's crazy obvious that he's head-over-heels for her. I stretch once before climbing out of bed. I slip out of my room and down the hall. I pause and press my ear against Danny's door, trying to determine if he's up or not. He's not. I creep quietly into the kitchen and start to make breakfast.

I put the kettle on after washing it. I tug open the refrigerator and pull out some bacon. I toss half a dozen pieces in a pan and start to fry them. I leave them to cook and start looking around for bread. After not finding it in the cabinets I can reach, I jump up on the counter with ease---I may be only forty pounds, but I'm pretty strong. I pull open cabinets and almost have a heart attack as a mug falls out of the cabinet, having been perched just barely on the ledge. I manage to catch it before it smashes, one foot on the counter, one pressed against a cabinet, one hand clutching the ledge of the counter, and the other grabbing the mug. I look towards Danny's room. He's still not up. Jesus, he sleeps like the dead. I right myself and set the mug on the counter and grab another one for myself. The next cabinet I open, thankfully, has the bread. I pop a few slices in the toaster and flip the bacon. I put teabags in the mugs and pour myself a cup. I'd pour Danny a cup too, but I don't know how strong he likes it. I take the bacon out of the frying pan and pull out some eggs.

"What are you doing?" I hear a tired voice say from behind me.

"Making breakfast. How do you like your eggs?"

"Fried, over easy, please."

"Yolk broken?"

"Yeah please." I hear him flop into a chair and crack two eggs into the frying pan and break their yolks. I take the toast out of the toaster and set that and the bacon on the table. "Thank you, but can I ask why you're making breakfast?"

I shrug. "I had to make breakfast every day for six guys after my parents...ah...you know. I guess I'm just used to it." I flip the eggs and can feel him watching me. He gets up and gets out plates and forks to eat with. He pours himself a cup of tea. "How do you take yours?" he asks.

"A spoonful of sugar and a bit of milk, please." I slide his eggs out of the pan and crack one for myself. I break the yolk and wait for it to fry. I hear him shuffling around behind me as he puts the tea on the table. I flip my egg. "You put anything on your toast?" he asks.

"Got any raspberry jam?"

"Yeah, I got a bit left."

"I'll take that, please."

"You got it." I slide my egg out of the pan and onto the plate with the other eggs. I set it on the table and sit down opposite Danny. "You had a good night, then, Callie?"

"Yeah, it was pretty fun," I tell him, grinning slightly.

"I heard you watched Disney movies and sang with him?"

"Maybe!"

"Maybe? Only maybe?" He makes a face at me. "I heard you most definitely were!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah! And Glen said you were pretty damn good for, you know, being so young." I shrug but feel myself blush. "I'll take your blushing as a yes, you did sing, and yes, you were good, then!" I stick my tongue out at him and he laughs. He looks at the clock and cries, "Jaysus! Only 8:30! Why the hell am I up?"