The Imposter

The Imposter | Chapter Twelve [Oneiric]

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[Chapter Twelve]

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oneiric \oh-NAHY-rik\

(adj.) Of, pertaining to, or suggestive of dreams; dreamy

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"Well, well, what do we have here?" Andrew's voice broke through my pleasant dreams, annoying me into waking up. I had never been a morning person and I never will be. It usually takes me a good half hour to wake up and get out of bed. But when I opened my eyes and saw where I was sleeping I woke up faster than the speed of light and scrambled off the couch. Only to fall on the floor again.

Andrew and Olivia were watching at me with mixed looks of amusement and devilry. If they laughed, so help me God, I was going to kill them. I was never going to live this moment down. Never ever.

Kyle mumbled something under his breath and rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Dayna?" he said in a scratchy voice that sent shivers down my spine.

"Down here," I said sheepishly. He sat up to look at me, confusion written on his face. Before he could voice a question I pointed over at Andrew and Olivia, fighting the urge to crawl in a dark hole where no one could see my embarrassment.

"Ah," Kyle murmured, the corner of his lips tugging up ever so slightly. "I thought you had fallen off the couch again." He looked over at Andrew and Olivia and nodded, "Good morning." They returned his greeting quickly, darting their eyes back and forth between Kyle and I.

"So," Olivia finally asked in a suggestive tone, "how was your guys' night?" I groaned and buried my head in my hands, not wanting to have this conversation now or ever.

"Fine," Kyle and I responded at the same time. I could feel the intense stare Olivia was giving both of us and I prayed that whatever Kyle said would placate her into leaving us alone.

"We didn't both fit on the couch," he started explaining, "and sometime in the middle of the night I woke up to find Dayna on the floor, so I picked up her and put her on the couch with me."

"On top of you?" Olivia said skeptically.

I gave an exasperated sigh and looked up at her. "We were both half asleep, Olivia. Just drop it, okay?" She opened her mouth to argue further with me, but I shot her a glare, silently warning her to let it go. "I'm hungry, let's go make breakfast," I suggested in a tight voice.

Ignoring Kyle's hand, I pushed off the ground and brushed off my pants. We headed into the kitchen where I got the coffee started, knowing I wouldn't be in a good mood until I got some caffeine in me.

"I'll make pancakes," Kyle quickly offered, nodding at Andrew. It must have been some silent guy code because Andrew nodded back and started grabbing things from the cupboards.

"You can cook?" Olivia and I said at the same time. Despite the fact that we had been friends with Andrew for a couple years now, neither of us knew that he could cook. Both of the guys gave us hurt looks and started mixing up the pancakes.

"Of course we can," Andrew replied. "Just because we're guys doesn't mean we can't cook."

Olivia sighed dramatically and sat down at the counter. "That's not what we meant and you know it. I never knew you could cook, so I was just surprised." For the next couple of minutes we watched while the guys whipped up some pancakes. Not that either of us would admit it, but we were pleasantly surprised when the pancakes were edible and not a hazard to our health.