Forget Hollywood, I Just Want Her

Chapter Three

**Aven POV

"God dammit! Aven are you awake? I fell asleep and missed the whole fucking thing. How could I fall asleep when Easton is in Florida?"

You can pretty much get the picture. Let's just say that Ebony isn't the happiest when she falls asleep during an Easton stake-out. She wouldn't make a good alarm clock either. I pulled a pillow over my ears, attempting to drown out the shrill sounds pounding into my ear drums. My eyes sqeezed tighter as I tried to hang on to the last few moments of sleep I was allowed. A tap on the shoulder interrupted my train of thought...

"Aven...? I know your awake. And you better open your eyes soon, otherwise you will cause premature wrinkling from scrunching your eyes up like that. And honey, trust me, botox by age 25 is not whatchu want."

"Ebooooonnnnyyyy." I groaned at her. The girl can go from completely freaking out to be totally relaxed in a matter of seconds. I could make the best of the situation and laugh at her. She caught my glance and burst out in a fit of giggles with me.

After we caught our breath, Ebony looked at me with a nervous smile at her face. She almost resembled a small child who had just eaten the last cookie or some shit.

"Can you at least tell me what I missed?" She asked in a smile voice. When her eyes flicked wonder and hope, I couldn't resist.

"Yeah," A michevious grin found it's way onto my face. "only if you make me blueberry pancakes for breakfast!"

Ebony rolled her eyes and she thought about this. Were a batch of blueberry pancakes really worth dirt on Easton West?

"YES!" That answers the question then.

"Okay. If you don't mind, I am going to take a quick shower. When I come downstairs, I expect fresh blueberry pancakes on the table. Then I will fill you in on the lastest Easton West update." I internally scoleded myself for sounding like the reporter on television last night. Ebony nodded and raced down the stairs.

As soon as I heard banging in the kitchen, I knew she was started with my food. Now satisfied, I walked into her ensuite bathroom to take a nice warm shower. I flounced into her bathroom. My french pediured sunk into her furry tangerine rug. I reached up to my right and adjusted the heated floor dial, which rested on the wall. Who wouldn't want a heated floor on high? Talk about heaven. I pulled two white towels, with an "E" emblem on them, from the mohogany cabinet. I always choose to take one towel for my hair and one for my body. Otherwise, water just gets all over. 

I turned around so I was facing the mirror. My complexion looked good, milky white in the mornings. I brushed my wavey mane over my shoulder and smiled, inspecting my pearly whites. I cocked my head to the side and did a model pose. A girl can have dreams, right? After I was don't proding over my image, I started the shower. Steam started to seep out of the glass enclosed shower because I set the water on the highest temperature, one setting before it burns your skin. I shed my sweats, much like a crab molting out of it's shell, and stepped into the waterpark you would call Ebony's shower. I say waterpark because she has one of those showers that  has a million settings and water pouring out from varying degrees and angles along the stone tiled walls. 

I throught my head back, letting the water run down the contures of my eyes, nose and lips. The water tasted sweet as a few drops trickled into my mouth. I turned on one of the water spouts so a steady mist of hot water would splash onto my back. Almost like a massage. I stood there for a while just taking in what was about to go on today. Ebony was sure to concoct some plan that would bring us closer to Easton. And as always, it will work. Ebony's plans have neve ceased to fail and I'm not about to start doubting her.