I effing hate you. {JB fanfiction}

Seven

"So boys, the minutes of staring are over, you have seen it all, now  go to bed." I say when I put my dress back on. The guys just shake their heads laughing and start walking to their rooms. I'm waiting for Emma and then we walk to our room. "Well, you do have guts Han." Emma smiles. I just smile. "I know." I say. I grab my toilet bag and make my way to the bathroom.

The next morning I wake up early. I look beside me and see that Emma is still sleeping like a baby. I smile and get out of bed. As I walk into the kitchen, I decide to do be nice and to make breakfast for everyone. I grab some oranges and press some glasses of fresh orange, then I toast some bread and throw croissants in the oven. I also cook some eggs and write a note with kisses and my name on it. Am I not sweet?

 Not much later, two slices off bread jump out of the toaster. I replace them for another two and spread them with butter and sugar. When everything is ready, I walk to the room of Ethan and Jackson. I put a tray on Jacksons nightstand and quickly run to the kitchen to get the one I made for Ethan. I smile when I see them peacefully asleep, but make them gently awake. Just before Ethan opens his eyes, I leave the room and close the door gently. Then I grab a tray and I walk to Emma. I also wake her up gently and sneak out of the room. 

Then I look to the kitchen. I only have three trays of breakfast left...Which means I miss one. I think a few seconds. Should I choose for myself and not give Justin, or should I give it to Justin and make myself a new one? 

Then I see that one bread is missing sugar. Immediately, I get a great idea. I put a croissant and bread in the oven and  and make a glass of orange juice for myself and then instead of sugar, spread Justin's bread with salt. Oh, I'm so brilliant. I quickly grab the tray and put it on Justin's dresser before I get them mixed up. I also I put a plate down for Martin and Dave and then try to wake them up. 

I walk back to my own room where Emma is already munching on her breakfast. "How sweet of you Han!" She smiles happy and she presses a kiss on my cheek. 

"What the fuck this is gross!" I suddenly hear the voice of Justin. "Justin, behave yourself! Hannah was very sweet by making breakfast for us and then you say something like that?" Shouts Dave angrily.  

I can not suppress a smile and take a quick bite of my croissant. "Shut up Dave! That oh so sweet girl has put fucking salt on my bread." Justin says annoyed. Emma looks at me. "Did you really do that?" She asks. 

"Well, sorry..there wasn't any sugar left and I thought if he saw that I'm the one who made the breakfast that he wouldn't eat it anyway." I quickly make up. "C'mon you know that Justin eats everything that's edible." Emma says. I sigh. Since she's right about that... But still. He can use his orange juice to clean his mouth and he could still eat his egg and croissant so... Nothing's wrong, right?

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"Shall we do truth or dare?" Ethan asks suddenly. It rained all day so we didn't really do anything active today. Yes, Emma and I cleaned the house, purely out of boredom. The boys spent the entire day as salt bags located on the couch and watched TV, while there was nothing exciting on.

 "I'll get the alcohol!" Martin says immediately. "I'll get the chips and nuts." Says Justin as he walks to the kitchen with Martin.

 "Han, shall we get wood for the fireplace?" Jackson asks. I sigh. 

"Do we have to? It's raining.' I say. "Yes we have to. So what if it's raining?" He asks. 

"My hair will get dirty." I say with a sad voice. 

"Really? God women and their hair... just come with me, you can take a shower afterwards. " He says. 

"I really don't feel like coming outside" I say. 

"Ugh, just come with me, don't be a fucking baby." Jackson sighs. "I'm not a baby." I sigh and stand up. I grab a random jacket to put it over my head what a makes Jackson sigh again. "Damn, you sigh a lot today." I joke after Jackson rolls with his eyes. 

"Okay, I'm afraid we have to find new wood." Says Jackson. "Why?" I wonder. When I also make it to the back of the garden, I finally see that there is indeed no wood left. "Ugh, nice." I sigh and start we walk towards the woods. I look at Jackson who flinches every time there is a drop in his neck. "Come here." I sigh and I give him a portion of the jacket. He Immediately crawls underneath as we walk on.

 Not much later we both walk with a pile of wood in one hand and jacket in the other. "Well, that took a while." Ethan's says as we walk inside. 

"Yes, there wasn't any wood behind the house so we had to get some." Jackson says as he throws the wood next to the fireplace. 

"Did you guys already started without us?" I wonder when I see the bowls of food already half empty and see that there are only two glasses still full. I plop down next to Jackson while I wait for an answer. 

"Yes, we're already a bit tipsy." Justin says which makes everyone look at him with strange faces. 

"What? not funny?' He asks. "No sorry." I say unbothered while throwing some wood in the fireplace.

 "Han." Jackson warns. 

"What? Did I call him fat, loser, motherfucker, dick, ugly, stupid Canadian or asshole? Well?' I ask. Jackson chuckles and shake his head.

 "So? I didn't do anything wrong." I say when I give him a wink. I throw the last piece of wood in the fireplace and sit down on the couch next to Emma.

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"Uhm.. I choose Jackson." Ethan says, who's already pretty drunk. The only one still alive are Ethan, Justin and me. The rest is all certainly tipsy. One just slightly more than the other but still. 

"Truth I guess. I'm not doing anything anymore. " Jackson says, since he already had a tour in the rain around the house, has been running in the dark, drunk his beer on his head and has written his name with his toes.

"What do you miss the most from your childhood?" Ethan asks, half laughing.

"The kisses of Han of course ." Says Jackson immediately with an eyebrow wiggle and he pressed a kiss on my cheek. I just sigh and push him off me. Yes, we had meanwhile switched places and I sit between Dave and Jackson. "Okay, Jack, your turn ' I said then. 

"Han?" He asks. I look at him. 

"Yeah?" I wonder as he keeps quiet. 

"Kiss Me." He says with a pout.