MERRY-LATE😅-CHRISTMAS🎄 YOU GUYSSSS 🙋!?!? TIS THE SEASON TO BE JOLLY😆-NOT FOR ETHAN IN THIS CHAPTER😁😁-FALALALALA LALALALA 😂😂!?!?! HOHOHOHO!?🎅 SPOILER ALERT😂.
Three days.
Three days, I avoided Ethan.
I know I said that I will be the one who will figure out this out of place puzzle piece and fit with him, but dang, how am I gonna do that?
To be honest, I don't even know how I managed to do that--avoid Ethan.
I cook breakfast early in the morning and leave before Ethan and Gray wakes up to spend the morning at Comet's until 8 for my classes. In school, I would sit in the front row because only me and God knows how much Ethan hates sitting in the front. During lunch I would sit in the library or go wander around the school. And it's either I go home early or late in the afternoon, either I spend the rest of the day at Comet's or cooped up inside my room doing home works and sketching a bunch of stuff only to cook dinner for them and a pack of Oreo for me. That's how my three days went and probably the fourth as well, or until I leave this house.
I was currently sprawled on the floor of my room using some pastel colors to sketch my room. I was planning on sneaking some snacks because none of the twins are home so I still have time to cook dinner for them and do a little bit of cleaning before I hide out inside my room again.
I turn to my clock that read 6:09 pm, time to cook dinner.
I groaned, moving from my previous and comfortable position. I unlocked the door and opened it a fraction, taking a peek outside. It's better to be safe than sorry. Once I made sure that the coast is clear, I trudged downstairs and into the kitchen.
Three words to describe my beloved kitchen.
Trash. Trash. Trash.
I left the kitchen spotless this morning, only the plates with stacks of pancakes and waffles on the counter. Now, everything inside the fridge and cupboards seemed to be in display, laid out on the counters.
Open chips, cookies, fruits, splattered drinks on the table and on the floor, broken glasses piled in the corner covered with a broom. Heck! I think I even saw a chicken somewhere!
I'm kidding. it's roasted chicken, but a chicken nonetheless.
I stood under the doorway gaping like a fish. Thinking on why the hell did they threw a party here without inviting me?
I released a long sigh, my shoulders sagging in immediate exhaustion.
You haven't even started yet.
Shut the fuck up.
I decided to start on the counters, putting the bags and bags of chips either in the trash or back to the cupboards where they belong and swipe it clean with a rag. The left over cake and pizza back to the fridge along with the others that needs to go. The pots, pans and plates to the sink and back to the cupboards after I wash them and last but not the least, the DFF. The 'Damn Friggin Floor'.
I bent down and removed the broom that's covering the broken glasses and started picking it up and into the dustpan.
I jumped in fright, cutting myself in the process when I heard my phone rang. I looked down at my hand and cursed. I hate blood. A long slit ran from the middle of my pointer finger and down to the center of my palm and is dripping with blood. I took a clean towel and wrapped my hand in it and answered my phone since it won't stop ringing.
"Gray?" I placed my phone on the counter after I put it on loud speaker as I tend to my hand.
"Andy! You need to come here, right now!" Come Gray's panicked voice.
