My eyes shot open as the sunlight streamed through the window. Heavy breathing was coming from next to me so I turned over in the bed to find Ryder fast asleep. My mind flashed back to last night and his annoying attempts to get into the bed before I finally just let him in. Just to clarify, the only reason I let him in was because he was drunk and annoying me so I couldn't fall asleep. I pulled the covers off of me before lightly getting out of the bed. I really don't want to be the one to wake up Ryder because I can only imagine the killer headache that him (and the others) are going to wake up to this morning. I quietly opened the bag I'd brought and pulled out a pair of denim shorts and a black t-shirt as well as my toiletries before crossing the hall to change in the bathroom. Once I was changed I brushed my teeth and ran a brush through my hair before leaving the bathroom. I made the decision to leave my pyjamas in the bathroom because I didn't want to have to go back in the room.
I trotted down the stairs as quietly as possible before walking into the kitchen. I opened up about five different cabinets before I finally found the one I wanted. I pulled out a packet of painkillers from the cupboard before closing it and moving onto the glasses. I pulled out five glasses and filled them all with water. I found a tray in another cupboard and compiled the glasses and painkillers onto it before making my way back upstairs. I don't know why I'm doing this, but I guess it would be better not for them to all have a hangover and be grumpy on our beach day.
Ever so quietly I went into each room leaving a glass of water and painkillers next to the bed on either side. I'm such a saint. I made my way back downstairs before going back into the kitchen and contemplating what I wanted for breakfast. Really I got to choose what everyone was having, because 1. I am the first awake, and 2. They're all going have hangovers slightly. I pulled open the pantry searching for a pancake mix but sadly couldn't find one. There was the appropriate syrup but no mix, which is pretty stupid if you ask me. I guess I'll just have to go get some. I pulled on my shoes and grabbed Hunter's car keys. I've never driven a car that big and I know I probably should ask Hunter before taking his car, but I sure as hell am not walking all that way.
I jumped in the car and started it up before driving away from the curb. It's exactly like driving my car but a lot bigger, I just have to take into consideration that it takes up a lot more space. I turned corners and went down streets, not really knowing where I was going. I eventually found a little supermarket and parked the car. It took me a few times to park the car but I got it eventually. I got out making sure to lock it before walking into the shop.
"Excuse me, do you have pancake mix?" I asked the girl working at the register, too lazy to go look all around the shop.
"Yup, just down there." She said pointing down an aisle. I gave her a small smile before walking in the direction. I found the pancake mix pretty much straight away and picked two off the shelf. They say they make eight pancakes each, which would be more than enough for a normal group of people, but those boys eat for a football team. I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a tub of vanilla ice cream just in case we don't have any back at the house, before making my way back over to the counter. I placed all my items on the counter and the girl rang them up. "That'll be twelve dollars." I handed her the money before waving bye and leaving the shop. I jumped back in the car and placed the items on the passenger seat before driving back to the house.
As I walked into the kitchen with the grocery bag in hand, I listened carefully for any sign of the others being awake. When I heard none I pulled out my items from the bag and put the ice cream in the freezer before starting on the pancakes. I found a fry pan and a spatula and started cooking the pancakes. As I sizzled away on the first pancake I heard someone come into the kitchen. I looked up to see it was Hunter.
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The Bad Boy's Got Bets (COMPLETED)
Teen FictionJade Pesado was perfectly happy with her life, but when "bad boy" Ryder Steele moves in next door she doubts his family will be there long. But after an annoying family dinner, Ryder starts seeing her around school and pestering her for his own amus...