Scars {Completed}

Chapter Seven

I walk into my room and place the wet shirt onto my bed, and walk over to the body mirror.

I smile satisfied at my appearance.

It's rare if I like how I look, so when I do, I get really happy.

You look like a fat ass.

I look away from the mirror, and check the time on my phone.

5:30.

I guess I could start drawing his band.

I hop onto my bed and take out the green folder, looking through it for a plain sheet to doodle on.

Successfully, I pull one out, and take out a pencil and eraser, and start to stroke some outlines.

I try and remember the picture Mark had showed me.

I close my eyes, and the picture shows in my memory.

There were 4 guys, all about around the height of 6 feet. The one all the way to the left was a dirty blonde, and he had what seemed to be green eyes. The two next to him seemed alike. Twins maybe. They were both brunettes, and had an identical smile, that any girl would swoon over. And last stood Mark. Grinning for who knows what reason.

I open my eyes, and begin to doodle the four men.

I start with the blonde, drawing his body and finishing up the details on his face, when I hear the door knob to my room twist open.

I immediately look up and see a sleepy Ron.

 "Good morning." I laugh.

"We were thinking of going out to eat... do you-" He stops to yawn, "do you want to join?" He finishes rubbing his eyes.

"How about I cook breakfast?" I chuckle getting up and kneeling in front of him.

He yawns once again and looks at me with tired eyes. "Like, food?"

"Yes Ron. Food." I laugh messing up his hair and standing up.

I walk past him and head to the kitchen.

"Mornin'." I hear Mark murmur behind me.

I turn and see him in PJ pants and a grey shirt.

"So, I'm guessing neither of you are morning people?" I laugh.

"What was your first clue?" He says in an annoyed tone. "What are you doing?"

"Planning on making breakfast, it should be ready in 20 minutes... roughly." I turn and start to look for ingredients.

I hear him leave and I start to pull out spices from the cupboard.

I turn to the fridge and grab the egg carton, and look on top of the fridge to find the bread.

After about half an hour of being lost around the kitchen, breakfast was ready.

Fried eggs, toast, and orange juice.

Not gourmet, but, healthier than McDonald's.

As I was serving the last omelet onto the plate, I hear Mark and Ron enter the dining room.

"Ron wasn't kidding... you are making food." Mark says in astonishment.

"Ha.Ha." I mock. "Come on, it's going to get cold." I say putting their plates on the table.

They sit down when Mark notices something. "Where's your plate?"

You're not hungry

"I'm eating... this apple!" I say grabbing a random apple from behind me.