Jack Avery
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I push open the front door of the Why Don't We house and step inside quietly.
Glancing at my watch, I almost laugh. It's six in the morning, so no one will be waking up around here anytime soon. I have a habit of getting up before the sun rises to work out, something Jack always thinks I'm crazy for.
I walk into the living room and set the suits that I picked up on the way on the back of the couch. Looking at the crisp material, I know they'll look great for the boys' upcoming music video shoot.
I move to the kitchen, vaguely wondering if Jack left one of his countless Gatorades in the fridge.
Sure enough, he did. I begin to reach for it but spot a carton of eggs next to it and end up grabbing that instead. I need a protein boost post-workout, after all.
I poke around in the cabinets, trying to find a frying pan, and almost yell when I open a door and a stack of metal bowls and other kitchen supplies come spilling out onto the floor with a deafening clatter.
In a couple minutes, I've turned on the stovetop, found a spatula and cooking spray, and stacked all the pots and pans back into the cabinet.
As I'm waiting for the eggs to cook, I recall that the entire reason why I came in here is still sitting in the fridge. After I move over to it, I open its door, grab the drink, and scream when I close the door to find someone standing behind it.
"Jack!" I whisper-yell. "You're terrible!"
He laughs and points at himself.
"I'm terrible? You're the one who broke into our house, made a mess of our kitchen, stole our food, and was caught in the act of taking my drink, all at six in the morning," he jokes, smiling the whole time.
"First of all," I retort, twisting the cap of the Gatorade open, "I didn't break into your house, you gave me a key. Two, I was dropping off your suits. Three, I didn't make a mess in any room of your house except for the kitchen, but it's clean now. Four, I didn't steal your food, I was borrowing it because I was making some for you guys, too. And lastly, yes, I am stealing your Gatorade."
Jack grins.
"You're adorable," he says, pulling me to him.
I yelp and try to get away from him, but that only makes him hold on tighter.
I'm a laughing mess when he kisses me. A thought pops into my mind a moment later that is so ridiculous and stupid, I start laughing hysterically.
"What?" Jack chuckles, moving away from me slightly.
"The eggs are burning," I choke out, barely able to get through the sentence without spiraling into a fit.
Jack throws his head back, laughing.
"We were in the middle of a moment and you were thinking about the eggs burning?"
