Chapter 6

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****piture on the side of Tyler*****

I woke up with once again, a pounding headache. It wasn't as bad as my usual ones, and I think I could actually remember more than half the night I had. Maybe that wasn't such a good thing. I stretched my body out of bed, planting my feet on the ground before getting up to go eat some breakfast. For some reason I was craving waffles and sausages, it smelt like someone had already made some downstairs. 

I walked into the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Stacey and Louis sitting down eating breakfast together. Sausages and pancakes. So I was close. I frowned at them, not remembering Stacey ever coming into my room last night… which just means she didn't stay in MY room. My eyes widened and Louis blushed, looking back down at his breakfast plate, pushing around his food. Stacey was in a cheerful mood, not really noticing my change in mood, too busy chewing up her pancakes.

"So… how did you guys sleep?"

I winked at the both of them, now both blushing. I laughed as I stuck some bread into the toaster. 

"Slept like an Angel."

Stacey smiled sarcastically before sticking another fork full of pancakes into her mouth. 

I decide to change the subject, since everyone was taking it so awkwardly. 

"Where's mom?"

It was early in the morning, 7:00AM, mom was usually still around the house, eating breakfast with us on a Saturday morning was like the only day we really saw her.

"Mom had to catch an early plane to New York, she going to be gone for a whole month. Tyler was left in charge."

Hm. Usual mom, just leaving without even as much as a goodbye. But hey, I was used to it. 

"Isn't he always?"

I rolled my eyes as my toast finally popped up. I cut up a banana and smeared on some peanut butter, plopping the banana slices on, then placing the other piece of toast on. Stacey managed to scarf down all the leftover pancakes and Louis took the last sausage, so I was just stuck with my little sandwich. As I sat at the table Stacey and Louis kept sideways glancing at each other, giggling each time they did so. 

I sighed loudly, moving onto the living room couch so I could eat my sandwich in peace. Tyler came down the stairs then and walked passed Stacey and Louis, deciding to sit next to me on the couch. I looks over at him and took an big bite of my sandwich. Chewing messily in front of him. Maybe he'd get grossed out and just leave? 

"Did Louis tell you mom left? She's going to be gone for a month and left me in charge."

"Yup."

I sighed taking another big bite of my sandwich, looking out the window. 

"Scarlett…"

I turned slowly to face him again with an extremely bored expression.

"What?"

I blinked.

"Whats wrong with you? No sarcastic bitch remarks for me today?"

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