Misbehave // Alex Gaskarth

Chapter Twelve ~ Break Time Fun

Song: Ghost on the Dancefloor - Blink-182

A picture of what I imagine the maid uniform to look like to the side 

Abella's pov

The weekend quickly went by and on Monday morning, I got up early and decided to make Emily and Myra breakfast. I usually make Myra food the night before, but I decided that I had just enough time to make her breakfast. Myra's favorite thing to have in the beginning of the day was usually butter on toast and scrambled eggs with milk. It was a simple breakfast that I had prepared in under fifteen minutes.

Myra came running out of her room, now dressed in a fresh change of clothes. Her hair damp from a shower and her face glowed with happiness. She pulled out the chair at the breakfast bar and I set the food out in front of her. "Can Emily and I come visit you later?" She asked as she stabbed her fork into the scrambled eggs. I turned around and began washing the little dishes in the sink, replying;

"Yes, if Emily wants to. You guys should come visit me at Melrose. All the staff are going to be wearing cosplay outfits." I looked over my shoulder, smiling at Myra. She nodded, grabbing the cup of milk with both her small hands. As I dried the last dish, the doorbell rang. "That's probably Emily." I mumbled, confused by the fact that she had arrived thirty minutes earlier than usual.

Drying my hands with a yellow cloth, I tossed the rag on the table and hurried into the foyer. When I opened the door, I was surprised to see Alex standing at the other side. He wore a black jacket with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, a Nirvana shirt and black jeans. A black beanie pulled over his brown hair and black vans adorned his feet. It amazed me how even though it was the summer time, he still managed to dress in dark clothing and beanies.

Frowning, my hand grasped the door. "What are you doing here?" I asked, noticing the two helmets held in his arms. Once I realized that he wasn't going to answer until I let him in, I stepped aside and quickly followed him into the kitchen. Myra was happily eating her toast, a confused look flashed in her eyes as Alex stepped into the room.

Alex glanced at Myra, quickly looking away as if it pained him to look at her. "Alex," I started, crossing my arms over my chest, "What are you doing here?" I asked him. He handed me a red helmet, a wide grin on his face as I took the item from his grasp.

"Have you ever ridden a motorcycle before?" He asked. I shook my head, examining the helmet closely. "Well, go get dressed. I'm going to take you for a ride." I looked up, surprised by his statement. I was about to snap at him for ordering me around like some sort of pup, but the grin on his face shut me up before I could even speak.

"Okay." I said and started for my bedroom door.

Alex's pov~

The room was dead silent after Abella left. I'd be lying if I said I didn't stare at her ass as she walked away. When I turned around, Megan was staring at me from her seat at the breakfast bar. "Staring is rude." I said, looking away from the small girl. She resembled Abella so much that if it weren't for Jack, I would have gone the last couple of weeks thinking that she was Abella's daughter.

When I first saw Megan with Abella, I freaked out because my initial thought was that she had a kid. That's when I realized how wrong I was when I added up the chronology. If Megan did belong to Abella, Megan would have been born when Abella was twelve. I know it's not impossible for kids that age to get pregnant (although it is incredibly fucked up and should never happen), I knew it was impossible for someone like Abella to get pregnant at such an early age. Seeing how she hadn't changed one bit, I wasn't surprised when I first kissed her and how awkward she was in the beginning.