I Spy, Literally

Chapter 7- Party arty arty (pic of Anna's bathing suit)

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     The moment I woke up I looked at the alarm clock on the side table. It read 8:30 A.M. Might as well wake up I thought while I dragged my butt out of the bed and over to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and then I applied some light makeup. I looked into the mirror and decided to leave the curls and waves that had formed in my hair, so I just grabbed some hair spray and sprayed it over them. I left the bathroom and went over to the closet to open it up and pull out a pair of cute dark wash jean shorts that flipped up at the bottom, a cute white blouse that had flowers framing my neckline, and lastly some gladiator like shoes that went up the middle of my foot and buckled around my ankle and had a cute denim bow in the corner. Happy with the look I went downstairs to get some breakfast.

     As I rounded the corner I raised my hands up. “I am entering the room now, while announcing that I am so I don’t scare a certain someone,” I said while laughing.

     “Well,” Pierre started while getting up from the table he had been drinking coffee at and going over to the stove, “I think whoever you were talking to has already left.”

     “Oh I am sure he has,” I agreed trying to hold back a smile.

     “Well since your friend isn’t here I guess you are just stuck with me. Would you like to have anything to eat?”

     “Hmm…,” I contemplated, “Do you know how to make cheesy eggs?”

     “Sure do.”

     He turned around and started the stove. We kept up a nice conversation while he prepared the eggs. I decided I could do the rest so I grabbed a cup and filled it up with orange juice and went to toast some bread. Right when the toast popped out Pierre went and grabbed some before I had a chance to react.

     “Hey!” I went to grab it from him while laughing and of course Collin chose then to come in.

     “You seem happier,” he stated while sending Pierre a disapproving look and going over to get a bottle of water from the fridge. Only then did I notice that he had workout clothes on.

     “Thanks?” I said confused about the whole situation.

     Collin just gave a stiff nod and then left the room.

     “What was that about?” Pierre asked sounding interested.

     “Who knows?”

     I pulled the last piece of toast out of the toaster and laid it beside the eggs Pierre had finished cooking. We went over to the table where Pierre had sat earlier and resumed drinking his coffee. I sat down across from him and when I took a bite of the eggs I closed my eyes savoring the taste. Loving the taste so much I started scarfing them down.

     “Whoa there, I could always make more if you like them that much,” Pierre chuckled.

     I replied sheepishly ‘I’m ok’ and then we sat in comfortable silence while he finished his coffee and me my toast and OJ.

     When I finished I gathered up my plates and placed them in the sink while telling Pierre thank you and waving bye. I went back to my room to find a piece of paper on my bed. I climbed into my bed and started reading it. It said that “Anna Cruz” was from Seattle, Washington. It also said that my “parents” where separated and that I get the last name from my “step-dad” who is an executive for Mr. Doboure.