My Studio

Chapter 9

This clown stuff is getting really stupid and aggravating. Never mind that, ON WITH THE STORY! And wait until It says "play song up top" ❤️❤️

•Serena's POV•

I woke up in the queen size bed, in the large, opened up bedroom. I smiled slightly while breathing in the sent of that fresh cinnamon pine cone smell. The smell quickly reminded me of how the studio used to be. When it was alive. When he was alive. My smile fading from the thought I came here to get away from.

I roll over in bed and look at the digital clock on the night stand. The clock read 8:37 a.m., almost positive that he isn't awake.

He. He. He. Him that I still cease to know his name. I mean he kinda did tackle me to the floor, most likely left bruises on my arms, and has had a random outburst from I don't even know what. At the least, it would be nice to know his name. Then again, neither does he know my name.

I push the covers off of my body, cold air hitting my legs hard making me shiver. I sit up, and get out of bed, and walk out of my room. I walk into my bathroom and do my morning routine. Use the bathroom. Brush my hair. Wash my face. And brush my teeth.

Heading back out of the bathroom, I turn and decide I won't even change out of my elephant matching pajamas. (Picture up top) Just hoping that he won't wake up while I'm out there. I walk down the stairs, and walk into the kitchen to make something to eat.

The sun was shining through the windows perfectly, I could see the rays hitting the hardwood floor. Instantly gaining a better mood, I turn to the kitchen island, that had small speakers resting on them, clearly showing that they haven't been used in months. I plug my phone into the speakers and turn down the volume enough to wear it wouldn't be loud in the house, and just for me to hear.

(Play song up on top)
The song Beautiful Lights started playing making my mood boost even more. I smile, and happily walk (is that even possible lmao) over to the fridge and grab the ingredients I needed to make Pancakes. I lay everything out onto the counter and decide to open up the place today. I transfer into the living room connected to the kitchen, and walk over to the front windows, lifting them open, allowing the warm rays hit my skin.

After opening all of the windows in the living room, I walk back into the kitchen with a little bounce to my walk, enjoying the song playing. Once the batter was made, I move over to the hot stove with a pan resting ontop of it, that I already prepare to be ready. I pour a perfect amount of batter and bobb my head to the beat of the music. About a minute later I lift up a side of the pancake to check if it's ready to flip, seeing that it is, I flip the joyful smelling food to reveal a perfectly cooked pancake.

After making 3 more pancakes, I just flipped one more, I get really into the song that I first listened to, that I've had on repeat. I start to form a big smile on my face, and start to lightly jump to the beat, feeling ecstatic. Happier than I've been in months. Feeling on top of the world.

I throw my arm up in the air and squeal with joy, spinning in the kitchen, dancing like an idiot but feeling the best I've ever felt in the longest time. I was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. I instantly stop and face the direction of the person. I turn to notice it was him, the one who tackled me. Is now grinning at me, and turns it into a smirk once he must have noticed that a blush had creeped to my face from being caught dancing like an idiot.

"Elephant's eh" He smirks referring to my pajamas.

I glance down at my outfit, almost wishing the loose shorts were a tad bit longer. A blush heats up my cheeks in embarrassment, and I start to try and explain.

"Uh–I–" i quickly nervously laugh.
"Um—I don't know ho—"

"I think you're burning something." He slightly raises an eyebrow, while also putting a small smirk back on his face.

"What— I–Shit" I stutter under my breath, while realizing I probably terribly burnt the pancake.

He chuckles while I scurry over to the stove turning it off, and moving the pan over to a cold burner. The smell of burnt–ness fills my nose, making me know I burnt it.

"Ahh mAn." I say to myself, saying man in a high pitch.

I get the pancake off of the pan and throw it away, and turn off of the music.

"I'm sorry about that." I say looking down, my hair falling in my face as I look back up at him.

He smirks, "No, Don't worry about it at all. It was actually pretty interesting to watch."

I start to blush again. What does he mean by 'interesting'? I nervously laugh.

"Yah, I kinda got carried away I guess." I lightly laughed.

We looked at each other for a second, before i realized I have to the courage to ask him his name right now, I mine as well do it.

I start to speak. "Wha—" Im cut off with him saying. "Hey" At the same time.

"Sorry, you can say it first." I say

"No, no, you go ahead." He says back.

I hesitate, but manage to come out with, "I still don't know your name....."

"I was gonna say the same thing actually." He says back.

We look at each other for another moment.

"Serena" I speak up first.

"Shawn"

FINALLY THEY KNOW EACH OTHERS NAMES! And sorry this chapter is kinda shit, but it's more of just a filler. PLEASE VOTE AND LIKE AND COMMENT IF YOU WANT MORE❤️LOVE YOU TONS!