All My Heart [Justin Bieber]

Chapter 17: Clumsy

Melody (Two Days Later)

Waking up to the smell of food almost gave me a heartattack. I quickly jumped up, eyeing the room for a burgular.

I may sound weird, but it's been only me since I was twelve.

So going through my mind was; either someone had broken in, and wanted a tasty meal before raping me, and taking all of my shit, or Dad hired Sadie, the old housekeeper back, which I highly doubted, since he really couldn't care less.

So, in my situation, I was ready for death.

And imagine my bewilderment, and questions if I was high, or just utterly insane when I saw Dad in the kitchen, a chef hat, and apron. He was humming, and flipping eggs.

I march up to him, blinking, seeing if it was a figment of my imagination, "What are you doing? Here? Cooking?" I blurt out, and he jumps, a hand to his heart signalling I had startled him.

Good. Be scarded of the wrath of Melody!

"It's a sorry breakfast. I didn't mean to be so harsh on you, you know," He continues coooking, and I wonder where I learned to burn water from. "You didn't deserve it, neither your mother." He says, and hands me a plate.

Damn right we didn't.

I sniff it for arsenic. "Poisoned?" I ask seriously, and he laughs, pointing the spatula at me.

"You're so funny." He chuckles more, and for the first time we've ever spoken, I think this was the longest he's gone without barging grammar lessons at me.

I set the plate down at the table, and start to munch down. The plate consists of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and some sage leaves that I never got why people put them on there.

I roll my eyes.

Whatever.

***

After a charming-note the sarcasm- conversation with my oh-so-amazing-father, a knock sounded at the door. I scrunch up my eyebrows, and before I even start to get up, Farah busts through the door.

"Morning, Melly!" She shouts, and I give her a weak smile.

"Hey." I retort blankly, and she sits down, she looks up, seeing my father, and furrows her eyebrows, at his sudden appearence. I shrug innocently, and she smiles at him.

"Hello, Mr. Cruz." She cheers, and I'm surprised she even knew that was Dad, more or less she's only seen him three times in our four years of frendship.

Dad gives Farah a little half ass wave, before sitting down with his paper and food.

"You look horrid." Farah points out, picking up a peice of my knotted hair that fell out of my bun, and drops it distastefully.

I give her a fake smile, "Thanks. Aren't you supposed to be supportive or something . .?" I question, and she shrugs.

"Just being honest." She then grins at me, "I've got some news for you!" She explodes with rainbows, and hearts.

"I've dumped Kyle! I got a new date!" She squeals so loudly, that even Dad - who was heavily invested in his newspaper - looks up to see the commotion.

My heart flutters, "Justin..?" I ask, and she knits her eyebrows in wonder at me, shaking her head.

"Huh? Who? W-T-F is that?" 

But I don't answer, and she then resembles her happy mood.

Should I tell Justin about Farah's new date.