Eccedentesiast || l.r.h.

Chapter 21 - Pancakes

-Azalea's P.O.V.-
I woke up with Luke's head on my head and my head on his shoulder. With only the movement of my sight, I saw what I could with the span of sight I was able to reach.

I scanned the floor before the couch and there were only scattered blankets to be seen. Guess the rest of the boys had woken up.

"Luke," I gently tapped his chest with my free right hand from under the covers. "Mmm," he groaned. "Wake up loser," I whispered. "Hmm?" He finally got a grip of his senses and was slowly coming back to reality. "Oh sorry," he lifted his head upwards and began rubbing his eyes.

I stood up and stretched a little before making a move to find the boys. I extended my arms, arched my back and began tracking down the boys. Usually on a Saturday morning they'd be in their made up band room and play their instruments.

It was my first guess but I didn't bother checking because I didn't any strumming of guitars and banging of drums from the living room. Instead, the unfamiliar smell of burnt batter and crusty eggs which obviously led to the kitchen uphold the air.

I moved my right leg to the front as a first step until someone got ahold of my hand from the back. "Wait for me," Luke said, with his long fingers wrapped around my wrist. I did wait for him to get up and get ahold of his balance. "Sorry," he said again and this time he let go of my bony wrist.

"Where to?" He asked. "Kitchen," I lifted a finger to my nose as an indication of smell. He nodded and waited for me to lead the way. And so I did.

We walked to the kitchen. Nothing too fancy about. But when we reached the kitchen, that was a whole different story. There was batter everywhere. On the kitchen counter, in the sink, on once clean dishes, the frying pan and body parts.

"Shit," Michael said when me and Luke stood at the doorway with our mouths gaping. "Looks like a fucking crime scene," Luke gasped dramatically. "Shut up Luke," Michael told him off. "Appreciate the fact that we are preparing breakfast for the lot of us," Ashton said as a matter-of-factly.

"I'd rather..." I walked to the mini fridge, pulled out a milk carton, made my way to one of the kitchen cabinets, pulled myself a box of cornflakes and raised in them in the air, with the milk carton on my left and the cereal on my right.

"Fine suit yourself," Ashton sulked. "Just kidding," I giggled and did everything I did a second ago but in reverse. "What'cha makin'?" I asked. "Pancakes," Calum answered and was holding a big baby blue ceramic bowl of creamy pasty mixture. I dipped my finger into it and popped it into my mouth. Not bad...if you were to serve it to old people with strict sugar intakes or girls on a serious diet. "This needs sugar," I was going to place the same finger I plopped into my mouth into the bowl but Calum turned away quickly, "No double dipping." "Ugh fine mom."

"Michael how long are you going to leave those on there?" I said pointing at the blackened pancakes that steamed sadly on the pan. "Fuck," he swore under his breath. He flipped them flimsily and yup, the other side was as black as my soul.

"Looks delicious," I commented. He nodded sarcastically. "I see what you did there. Trying to make a heart now are we?" I pointed at the misshaped pancake heart with a lopsided right side. "Yeah, it was meant for you and Luke to share," Michael said. "What?" Luke and I asked at the same time. "You know, you were looking all cute and cuddly this morning. Couldn't help but think something happened last night," Calum winked.

"Uhh no? We had to share a blanket. Big deal," I shook it off. "Yeah," Luke joined.

Calum wiggled his eyebrows. "Lay off," I laughed and hit him on his biceps. "Ow!" he laughed.

"So, nothing hot happened?" Ashton asked while leaning on the wall. He was even equipped with a teacup in his hand and sipping it like some kind of gossip queen. "Ashton use a damn mug," I would throw a mug at him, but he wouldn't catch it, or I'd have a bad aim. "I like to drink my tea in a teacup, thank you very much."

"You should try caffeine," I tossed a coffee packet into the air and let in land back into my palm. "And no, nothing hot happened."

"Bummer," Calum said. "Well you're still having this jet black heart for breakfast with Luke," Michael informed. "Jet black heart? Sounds like a hit," Ashton grinned.

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