P.I.E Book 1- The Same Secret

Chapter 1- Little Gift

 Ghost's p.o.v

     I jerk awake to my alarm goes off loudly in my ear. I groan, turning over, groggily, to looking at it disgraceful face. 7:00am... Why is it going off so early? I couldn't remember scheduling a investigation this early so why was it going off? Was this some sort of a prank by Cila, Toast, or Sammy? Then it hit me. I was such an idiot sometimes. Okay, maybe a lot... Today was my sister, Cila's, 19th birthday and we had planned a surprise birthday party for her. I quickly hop out of bed and grab my already out clothes off my dresser, heading to the bathroom,. I take the quickest shower I could and throw on my boxers, gray hoodie ,black pants and socks on. Shoes could wait. I head back to my room and grab my phone looking at it. I look at the group message between Samantha and Johnny Toast, which was blowing up like a bomb.

Sammy: God, Ghost are you still sleeping?

Toast: He must be. If he isn't up soon I'll got to his room and start British discoing.

Sammy: Ohhh, let me join in!

Toast: Yes, the two of us will defiantly get him up surely!

Me: I'M AWAKE! NO BRITISH DISCOING, GUYS, PLEASE! GOD, I AM JUST A FEW MINUTES BEHIND!

Toast: Good morning to you too, Sir!

Me: Ugh...

Sammy: Morning, Love!

     I smile. Sammy and I have been going out for a while. Ever since I met her, I had a crush on her and I was scared to tell her at first but Toast, her brother actually helped me spill my feelings out to her, like a river's waterfall spilling onto the rocks below. Oddly, Jimmy really likes her too, so, I guess it's a win win. We've been dating for almost a year while are partners in crime are left to be single. Toast has an amazingly huge crush on Cila but getting him to admit it to her is like trying to get a cat to write a novel. Impossible... I know my little sister feels the same but convincing him that is equally impossible. Suddenly an idea popped into my head. Yes, this could actually work.

Me: Morning dear! And Toast you better have some tea ready!

Toast: Oh sorry sir, I drank it all...

Me: You better hope that isn't true!

     I shove my phone in my pocket and head downstairs into the kitchen where Toast was in his black pants, white shirt, and black vest, cooking breakfast. On the kitchen table sat a cup of tea, which I quickly snatch up. It smelled like mint tea, my favorite. Good...

     "Well, hello, sir!" Toast says in his cheerful British accent, not looking away from the pancakes he cooks on the griddle that looked delightful.

     "Morning..." I grumble sitting down and taking a sip of the delicious tea, trying to get in the mood to speak. He grabs a plate and slides the flapjacks onto it, butters them up, and hands it to me, smiling.
"Here you go, Sir!" I mutter a 'thank you' and grab my fork and knife, digging in. He turns off the griddle and begins to clean up. I guess he already ate.

     "So... Toast, I remember you said you think your gift for Cila is too small..." Time to set my plan into motion. I take another bite of my breakfast and tried to act as if I wasn't up to something. Jimmy spoke for the first time this morning.

     Let's see what he says... He says laughing in his manically way. Ugh... Jimmy stop it... Still not in the mood to talk to you...

    Aww... That hurts little old me's feelings...

    Good... And then he was silent.

    "Yes, and?" He finally responds as he wets a rag and soaps up a sponge with mountains of dish soap.
"I have an idea on another gift you can give her,.."
"What's that, Sir?" He begins to clean the griddle off in the sink. I smile.

   "Tell her you love her..."