Mystery Girl.

chapter 22.

Myles's point of view;;

I don't remember too much about last night. I remember Briar falling asleep in my arms so I guess I just fell asleep after her. I'm not a morning person, so Bri had to practically pour boiling water on top of me to wake me up. I then jumped into the shower and packed the little things I had taken out of my large suitcase such as my toothbrush, toothpaste and phone charger. Briar had many different sides to her but in the morning, she was the mother and I was the grumpy child. She was the early bird and I was the worm. "The early bird always catches the worm!" She would joke, tickling under my neck. We gathered in the reception and filed through the narrow hallway towards the breakfast hall. It was large, filed with black and white tiles and the walls were full of old portraits which were actually pretty creepy. Would you want old faces watching you while you eat your breakfast? Didn't think so. It was a buffet kind of thing so there were no waiters of assigned tables. We simply grabbed a plate and filled it with whatever we wanted; sausage, scrambled eggs, pancakes. Everything was there. Briar was standing in front of me and we slowly shuffled forward, trays in hand. As we reached the front I casually watched what Briar would pick out. She carefully placed some green, leafy salad onto her plate, with very little egg. What the heck? On my plate were sausages, a mountain of eggs, some bacon and pancakes. Hey, breakfast is the most important meal of the day, especially when we're gonna be on a pretty long bus journey. "Hey, are you not gonna eat some more?" I looked at her and glanced at her plate once again. She looked at me with wide eyes. "I usually don't eat much breakfast, eating in the morning doesn't make me feel good." She said, scooping her finger in my ketchup before booping my nose, leaving a red spot of sauce there and walking away. God, she's so annoyingly cunning. She strutted to the table we planned to sit at and turned around, winking at me before she got there. I then clutched my tray to my chest, looking at Briar tucking into her salad. God, I'm a lucky guy.