Always~ r5 fanfic

Chapter 8

I woke up to a knock on my door. Wait.. That didn't sound like my front door, it was my bedroom. Then it hit me.

R5 is staying in my house.

Without thinking I ran over and flung my door open, Riker stood fully dressed in a nice button up shirt, tie and jeans. He was suprised at the suddenly opened door but almost broke into a fit of laughter when he saw me. I looked down and saw that I was wearing really short shorts and a skimpy little hot pink tank top. I whipped the door closed enough to hide myself before peeking out at his smirking grin.

"You knocked?" I asked, trying to swallow my embarrassment. "Um yeah." He said, trying to stop grinning. "Um, well.. It's your house and we wanted to know if you wanted us to cook breakfast." He explained. "Right, I'll be down in a minute." I said quickly, closing the door before smacking myself repeatedly for not checking what I was wearing.

I quickly got dressed in jeans, a red under tank-top and a see through camo blouse. I fixed my hair up into a pony tail before heading downstairs. All the guys were literally circling the kitchen like vultures. Ross jumped when he saw me, rushing to my side and shoving me into the kitchen, throwing an apron at me and demanding "cook." Before running over to the counter and sitting anxiously. Rolling my eyes I fastened my apron and set to work.

I whipped up three plates of pancakes, two plates of bacon, two plates of hash browns and eggs. And had the guys set the table as I finished up the food. I grabbed the plates, balancing two on each are and one on each hand. I walked slowly into the dinning room, narrowly missing Ross as he dove for some OJ. I spun around, loosing my balance I toppled over and into someone, who caught the few plates that escaped my grasp. I stood up and looked at a smirking Riker.

"Thanks." I said quietly before setting the plates down on the table. Everyone sat down before digging in.. Quite aggressively too. "Sorry if I made you guys wait too long, I tend to sleep late." I said, scooping up a forkful of eggs while taking a side look at the clock.

"I'm late!" I yelled, running to get my shoes on and find my keys. "Hey guys can someone come with me to drop me off so you guys can have the car?" I asked, shoving a black converse on my foot before lacing it up.

"Sure, Riker will go." Ratliff said as he collected Rydel's plate and put them in the sink, beginning to wash them. "Okay," I turned to Riker. "Wanna go?" I asked him, Riker shrugged and popped on his own shoes before following me out of the house and to my car.

I hopped in the drivers seat and Riker slid into shotgun. And we were off.