Angel's pov
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I woke up in a bed, but not my bed. I sat up and looked around the unfamiliar bedroom. I spotted Grayson on the floor, sleeping soundly with a pillow tucked under his arm, like he was cuddling a person. It was a cute scene to witness, honestly.
I reached around the bed to find my phone, which I did. It was at the end of the bed and almost completely dead. I sighed and decided to text my mom so she knew I was still alive.
To: Mama
I'm alive. I just woke up, I should be home later.
I set my phone back down and started to get off the bed, thinking maybe Ethan was awake. I tip toed around Grayson's sleeping body carefully. Finally I landed at the door, surprised at myself for not tripping or falling on my way to it. I'm a very clumsy person.
I opened his door, and an obnoxious squeak came from it. There were only two other doors in the hallway of the upstairs, and one was open to a bathroom that I could see. The other was cracked open, and soft music was playing from it. I walked towards it and knocked soft enough that it wouldn't open the door anymore than it was, but loud enough that Ethan could hear it above his music.
It then opened fully and Ethan stood there in just a pair of boxers. He smiled at me and walked back into his room rubbing his eyes.
"Sleep well?" He asked, grabbing a pair of sweats off the back of his desk chair. I nodded and looked around his room. It was different than Grayson's. Grayson's was the master, and it was painted a light color. Ethan's was painted a dark red, but had lights all around the ceiling, kind of like Christmas lights.
"Yeah, his bed is comfortable." I shrugged looking at him. He smiled while he nodded, then sat down on his bed.
"I think he likes you." He blurted out. I looked up from my feet and knitted my eyebrows together.
"What? No. We just met like— yesterday." I shook my head and looked around his room more. I spotted a picture of what I'm guessing was is family before they were killed. I picked up the frame that held the picture and ran my fingers over it, then looking at the skid marks through the dust. "Is that your sister?" I looked towards the bed, Ethan was watching me. He nodded and smiled.
"Yeah, before-"
"You don't have to tell me. Grayson did last night." I set the picture back down and made my way to his bed. "I'm sorry that happened to you guys." I looked at him. He let out a sigh, but then drew in a deep breath.
"It's not like we could do anything. We were only 10." He looked at me. I nodded.
"Just like I couldn't do anything about my father. Some things in life are unfixable, or undoable." I rested my hand on his arm comfortingly. He nodded and took a breath.
"Let's surprise Grayson with breakfast?" He asked me. I nodded.
"Only if I get to cook the eggs." I poke his side, making him jump.
"I was thinking we could go pick up breakfast from the diner." He corrected me. I shook my head.
"Oh come on, we can cook for ourselves." I defended and started towards the door.
