Superstition

Chapter 4.

|Melanie|

"are you hungry?" I heard Hannah call from the doorway, seeming more awake than ever at, like, what- 6 a.m? I squinted my eyes from the light, glancing over at the alarm clock on my night stand- and yep, right on the dot. 6 in the morning. I nodded and let out a small grunt, pulling the comforter over my head. "Alright," she said on her way out "I'll cook us both breakfast then." Sighing quietly, I called after her "thank you!"

It's been a few weeks since Hannah found me in the alley and we almost tried to kill each other. She had found out that I didn't have a place to stay, and invited me to come and stay with her for a bit. Which was, extremely nice of her. In the few weeks we've been together, I've learned a lot about her as well and we seemed to have just- clicked.

I sat up in bed slowly, letting the blanket fall as I rubbed my eyes. It was way too early for this. But that was the nice thing about Hannah, she always seemed to wake up so energetic and happy that it just seemed to rub off on you. I stood from the bed, and started to make my way out of the bedroom, the delicious smell of bacon and sausage hitting me instantly, almost making my mouth water.

I walked to the kitchen slowly, earning a laugh from Hannah as soon as she saw me. "you look like you just rose from the dead, what a sleeping beauty." she then giggled some more at her own statement, in which I just mocked. "thanks, I know I'm fucking beautiful. It'd be more noticeable if I wasn't up at 6 a.m." she was right though.
My hair was tangled, my slightly torn up pajamas hung loosely on my body, and I'm sure I had a little bit of makeup left on my face. Which by now, would be smeared. But it's whatever.  

Hannah sat a plate down in front of a chair, and I took a seat. The plate was filled with french toast, bacon, sausage, and eggs. Groaning playfully, I lifted my fork "you're the best" I said before I shoveled a bite of scrambled eggs into my mouth, my eyes rolling back dramatically and yet again earning a laugh from Hannah as she took a seat beside me. "I'm glad you like it." I gave her a nod, taking a bite of bacon. God, it feels like I haven't eaten in days, and Hannah was a flawless cook. 

a few minutes after shoveling my face full of food, my phone vibrated against the counter. I lifted it, and it was a text. From... Troye? 
Hey Melanie! I don't know if you remember me from the coffee shop or not, but you gave me your number. I told my boyfriend Ryan about you, and we were wondering if you wanted to meet up sometime.

I had almost forgotten about giving him my number, but I was excited to hear from him. The more people like me and Hannah to be friends with, the better. I looked over at her, who was eating calmly, seeming to be in her own little world. "hey-" I said, interrupting her. "do you remember that Troye guy I told you about? The demon?" she raised an eyebrow at me, like she did oh so often, and then nodded after a few seconds. "um, yeah. why?" I shrugged my shoulders. "because him and his boyfriend wanted to meet up with us." she tilted her head to the side, seeming to be in thought before nodding yet again. "yeah, sure!" 

she stood, and grabbed her empty plate, bringing it to the sink. "we'll go meet up with them today if you want?" I nodded and quickly ate the last few bites of my food before hopping out of my chair and bringing the plate over to the sink as well, setting it inside with hers and letting the water run over it. "yeah! I need to go get ready." I said and reached for my phone before heading out of the kitchen toward the bathroom, replying to Hannahs playful remark of "yes. you do." by flipping her off. 

I texted Troye back
sure! me, you, your boyfriend, and my friend hannah can all meet up today! just let me know where.

I set my phone down on the counter and looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes widening in horror. wow... I really did look like shit. Grabbing a makeup wipe, I wiped off the remaining makeup from yesterday that apparently I was too tired to wipe off the night before. Then I grabbed a brush, and began to brush out my short hair, my phone yet again vibrating against the counter.