Big Time Adoption

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

               I woke up and looked at the clock. 10:00 AM. Yes! I was awake at a decent time! After I fell asleep last night I did not have a nightmare at all. I feel great! Super silly and energetic. I hear music coming from down stairs, simple guitar chords.

               I get dressed. I put on a pair of denim shorts that come down to my knees and just wear my same long sleeved shirt from yesterday. I brush my hair and put it into a Katniss braid (Like Katniss from the Hunger Games) without using hairspray and bobby pins-score! I’m just that awesome. I go into the bathroom and brush my teeth. Then I make my way downstairs. The sound of pots clanking, food sizzling on the stove top, and the bubbles from the coffee maker fill my ears.

               This is nice. This peaceful. “Good morning guys!” I said as I skipped into the kitchen and jumped onto the table to sit next to Kendall who was sitting with his guitar. “How did you all sleep last night?”

               “Just fine. You?” James asks me with a smile and shaking his head like I’m insane-he’s probably right.

               “Well I had trouble falling asleep but after that I fine. I didn’t dream at all last night,” I told them. “Guys I think I need help, I’m having trouble focusing on one thing at a time. I don’t know if it’s just being here and I’m just excited, or if there’ something seriously wrong with me. Maybe some weird disease was lying dormant inside of me until my surroundings changed. Last night I even thought that I smelled bacon…” all my words were fast and slurring together.

               The guys were just staring at me, their mouths agape and eyes wide. “Well at the least the last part makes sense, there’s a reason you don’t smell bacon now,” Logan says glaring at Carlos.

               “I was hungry,” Los defends himself.

               “Well you could’ve eaten something else!”

               “You guys are fighting over bacon? Seriously? Why don’t we all just stop eating it,” Kendall suggests.

               “Sorry Ken. I know you have this thing about eating it because of Yuma and all that, but I can’t live without it,” Logan said.

               “You’re alive right now, aren’t you?” I say.

               “Don’t be such a smart-ass, it could get you in trouble one day,” Logan replied.

               “With who? You?”

               “Watch it,” is all he says.

               “Thanks fun sucker,” I say sticking my tongue out at him. He returns the favor. I notice that Kendall had begun to play more on his guitar. “Can I play something?” I ask him.

               “You know how?” he asks, a huge smile spreading across his face.

               “I know a few songs,” I tell him.

               “Okay, go ahead,” he hands me his guitar and pick, “Just be careful with her, okay?”

               “And this is how I know you love music,” I say with a laugh. “I know some songs, but I don’t know which one to play,” I confess.

               “What is the most fun?” Kendall asks me.

               “Oh I know one,” I say as I place my fingers in the right place for the first chord. “It’s such a pretty and perfect morning, and this song always makes me feel bubbly inside,” I told them. Kendall chuckled as I began to play “Here Comes the Sun” by The Beatles. I started singing too.