A/N ~ Oh My Gosh. I'm back👋🏾
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After lunch in town, the evening was flat. We sat at a park nearby and fed ducks from the pond. It was quiet and calm for the most, until the sun set and lusty teenage zombies infested the surrounding. To us, that was our cue to go back to the lodge only for us to sleep the rest of the day away.
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"You know... Maybe I'd get a duck", Jason blurted and broke a comfortable silence.
"Wut?" I asked but I wasn't excepting an answer, after all it's Jason who spoke.
"No, no... Yesterday. The ducks at the pond, they're so cute." He exclaimed and rolled over from his position on the floor.
"You know what Jason...." I paused for a while, "Whatever floats your boat. hmm... want to get some... milk for me?"
"Ugh. You're closer!" He whined.
"Jason what the freak, you're literally right beneath the cabinets!" I picked up the first thing I could reach and threw it at him, in this case, my slipper.
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"Breakfast won't... make itself you know" I said between yawning and stretching. I woke up before the sun and everyone else, for what reason, no one knows. To my surprise Jason was awake too. I met him sitting around he island in the kitchen blankly staring at the stove.
".... well. Make breakfast then" he answered, slurring his words almost.
"Hmm. I don't think I wanna" I answered, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
"Oh come on pooky.... honey bun... love dove.. from above" he whined, inching towards me with arms opened.
"Ah. No" I stopped him with my hands to his face and we both laughed.
"Anaaa." He continued his already failing attempt of making me cook breakfast, which only led to us fighting off each other, flapping our hands off another like children. Then he tackled me to the floor where we decided to just lay, in silence for a while trying to catch our breath.
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"When my ducks have baby ducks.... Would you like one?" Jason slurred his words with a wide grin on his face I could see from the side.
"Jason... I really want milk." completely ignoring his silly question, I rolled and flopped my hand on his face.
"Darling I don't think us male homo sapiens have the ability to produce..."
"Oh my god shut up" I stopped him from frying my brain cells more than he's already done.
We heard footsteps and looked at each other wide eyes, it was like we spoke with mental telepathy and our actions that followed was evident in that. We both jumped up and scream when the mystery footstep person reached the kitchen.
"HOLY fff! Ugh! Guys! what the poo"
We caught Rowen. How classic. I immediately hugged her, while also laughing my brains out. I knew how she hated the fright so I comforted her and whispered in her ear. "Wanna get me some... milk" She hit me on the arm and laughed.
"I can't believe you idiots. Were you planning this all nigh or something? 'cause I know you have no lives." She stated, sounding annoyed. Someone woke up off the bed today. (There is no such thing as the 'wrong side' of a bed I believe)
"Cranky aren't we Row" I should get my own milk, dammit since nobody wants to.
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Brandon and Ethan woke up shortly after and we made breakfast together. To my surprise, it was the best breakfast ever.
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Change For The Worst
Teen Fiction"Hey Ana," Rowen blurted before I could answer, sounded like she needed a favor or something. "Pack your stuff for the weekend. Don't forget your bathing suit." She added. "Hey... Come again?" I answered flatly. "Pack your shit because we're all goi...
