Jealousy // 5SOS

Chapter 15

*beep beep beep* my alarm rang and woke me up from my slumber. It was 9:00 A.M. Today is Sunday, my date with Ashton; that meant lunch, Starbucks, and a walk in the park along with some photography. I was pretty excited because I never been out with Ashton. He's the type of guy that would never allow a dull moment. I just hope I don't do anything stupid to embarass myself.

I got up hastily and made my bed. Duvet, then pillows on top. Thank god I got enough sleep. I don't want to look like a zombie.

I descended down the staircase to get breakfast. God I was hungry! I heard water running in the kitchen and commentary from a soccer game going on in the living room. This was how it was every Sunday. My mom in the kitchen making breakfast and my dad in the living room watching his weekly soccer matches. He's a hardcore Barcelona fanatic and the reason why I got into soccer. When I was five, he forced me to play. But now that I'm 17, I love it!

I walked into the kitchen, messy hair and all. A huge hit of sweet aroma filled my nostrils. "What's for breakfast?" I asked, strecthing my arms over my head.

My mom was at the sink, washing a griddle, her back turned to me, "you're up early aren't you? I made bacon, sausages, and pancakes if you're hungry."

Pancakes! Pancakes! Because of yesterday, pancakes automatically make me think of Calum and our date..

A smile lit my face, "yeah, where are the pancakes?"

My mom put the griddle she was washing on a nearby dishrack, and turned to me. "Right there on the counter," she pointed to the counter with a plate wrapped in foil next to another plate filled with sausages and bacon.

"Thanks mom!" I shout in excitement, I could eat pancakes everyday!

"You're welcome honey" my mom replied, who was now washing more dishes.

I took the plate with pancakes and grabbed pieces of bacon and sausage and walked to the bar with stools. Anxious, I ripped the wrapping off the plate, here I come food! In front of me, were three perfectly made pancakes. I'm forgetting something I thought... Syrup, a fork and butter knife!

After I got the syrup along with my fork and knife, I chewed my food fast.

"Those were good!" I commented on my mom's cooking.

She laughed as she threw a rag over her shoulder, "well you know, I try."

"Where's Alex?" I said, changing the subject as I gently tapping my fork and knife against the plate like drums. *clink*

"Oh he's at Jeff's house for a play date," my mom said taking my dishes and sliding them in the sink.

Jeff is my brother's friend, and he so happened to live three houses down.

"Oh, well I'm going out today" I announced, "that's why I'm up early."

I'd usually sleep till noon on Sundays and stay in my room, on the computer the rest of the day.

My mom turned to me, pushing a strand of hair out of her face, "oh with who? Where will you be going?" She was on my case like how she always was. Ugh.

"Mom, it's okay I'm just going out on a date," I say, trying hard not to make eye contact with her.

At the corner of my eye, I could see her flash me a smile. "Is it with Luke?" She asked in a happy, cheerful voice.

My mom should just drop that idea because it's never going to happen, ever.

I looked her dead in the eye this time. "Actually, with one of his band mates.." I replied, "Ashton."