Gang War Fighters

Chapter 6: The Calm

I had a few complications with this chapter, I was going through writers block and I'm not exactly good at getting over it. Sorry <3

Now back to your very fucking late chapter... I am so fucking sorry.

June 10 Hope's POV

The next morning I wake up to the smell of fresh coffee. My fucking energy source. I groan not wanting to get up. The curtains are pulled back so the morning sunlight is shining bright. I hear the birds singing their songs of love.

Ew. Fuck mornings.

I take a shower and change into some black leggings and one of Adrian's grey hoodies. I walk downstairs and collapse onto a stool. Adrian hands me a cup of coffee and plate full of bacon, eggs, and pancakes. A basic breakfast. I take a bite and moan because it's fucking delicious and I fucking love food.

"Good Morning Hope," he hums. I grumble and continue stuffing my face with food. He sighs, taking a sip of his coffee. Since Adrian is a weirdo, he likes to wake up early and get a morning workout in, so he's usually the one to give us breakfast.

"I don't get how you wake up so damn early," I yawn. He shrugs, taking a seat next to me. "Guess I'm used to it by now. Plus you and the other guys stay up past 12, that's not exactly the greatest sleeping pattern," he teases. I roll my eyes, not exactly caring.

"So what's the plan this morning?"

I take another sip thinking about what I should do this morning. "I don't know, let's talk. We haven't had a good chance to talk since your last mission last month," I smile. He looks down at his coffee strangely.

"Woah, I guess you're right. We haven't really talked since then. Well, what do you want to talk about?"

I laugh, "I don't know. I didn't think that far ahead." He rolls his eyes teasingly. "Jeez Hope, here you are getting my hopes up," he teases. I flip him off in response. I stare at my coffee. What should we talk about? If I don't find something to talk about then it'll be awkward.

"Shit! I gotta go. Some newbies fucked around and went to "The Lion's Den". We'll talk when I come back, promise," he rushes. He gulps the last of his coffee kissing the top of my head. "I love you Hope," he smiles softly.

I smile, "Yeah, I love you too you idiot. Now hurry your ass up before someone dies." He waves goodbye before heading out. He's probably gonna steal one of my cars to take.

Doesn't matter as long as he doesn't touch Dad's cars. I yawn quietly sipping on my coffee while reading a book. A story of misfortune and despair, brought upon those who have wronged the people that wanted to help. What a fucked up book, I think that's why I like it. Being able to relate to something is so fucking hard sometimes. So when something is just as fucked up as you, you kinda just fall in love with it.

I finish reading it in no time, I've read it like eight times now and it remains my favorite. I yawn again. I stare at the clock contemplating on whether or not to take a nap.

Am I fucking lazy? Yes.

Do I need it? No.

Do I want it? Fucking hell yeah.

Nap it is.

I chug the last bit of my coffee and head back to my room, where my glorious bed is waiting for me. "Sweet love, you're the only one who seems to always be there for me," I sigh. If you can't already tell, I have no life.

I collapse on my bed enjoying its sweet, sweet comfort. I slowly succumb to the comfort of dream land, only to be disturbed by the sounds of hell. I pick up my phone not checking the caller I.D because at this point, I'm ready to murder.