Breathe (Anthony Trujillo)

*10

"We get the limo out front."

"Oo, wah oo."

Jc and I sing while cooking breakfast. I slide the pancake out of the pan onto the plate of the other pancakes.

"Ouch!"

Jc yells jumping around holding his arm. I look at him weirdly.

"The bacon grease splashed me!"

He answers my questioning look. I laugh at him.

"It's not funny dude."

He says rubbing his arm a little.

"But it is."

I say. He rolls his eyes at me and continues cooking the bacon. I finish the last bit of pancake batter and put the bowl and pan in the sink. I take out the butter and syrup, setting everything on the counter. Jc set the bowl of bacon next to the pancakes. We high five and start getting plates.

"Are those the famous pancakes, made by Tish Brooks, I smell?"

Bobby comes around the corner of the stairs. I laugh.

"It is, and thank you, Bobby."

He nods grabbing a plate. I jog up the stairs to wake Kian up.

"Kiki!"

I yell jumping on his bed.

"Fuck off."

He groaned throwing a pillow at me, the pillow hit me in the stomach, I fall backward holding the pillow.

"Bitch."

I groan standing up and rubbing my butt.

"I was going to tell you that Jc and I made breakfast."

He squints over at me. I raise both my middle fingers and walk out of his room.

I jog back down the stairs into the kitchen. Bobby, Jc and another girl are sitting at the counter eating. Jc stands up.

"Oh Tish this is-"

I cut him off once I see the girls face, my eyes widen and my mouth drops.

"Franny!"

I run jumping on her, she quickly catches me and hugs me back.

"Tish!"

I put my feet back on the ground and spin around with Franny.

"You guys know each other?"

Jc asks curiously. We let go nodding.

"Yeah! Remember when I left to Miami for that music school tour?"

He nods.

"She was there too, and we became friends over that one week, an I haven't seen or been in contact with her since."

I explain, while Bobby and Jc listen. Bobby holds up his finger.

"Why did you go to music school?"

He asks, setting his hand on his knee.

"Uh, singing."

I say looking at Franny. His eyebrows furrow.

"You sing?"

I nod. He scratches the side of his head, and just nods turning around.

"Why are you here?"

I ask, turning to Franny.

"I live here."

She points to her room. I form an 'o' shape with my mouth.

"So, its you, Jc, Kian, Bobby and now me?"