Lost and Found (Adopted by Mat Pat)

Breakfast

I'm not sorry

Quinn POV

I lay in bed racking my brain for any trace of a memory that was connected to the Quinn. The three of us had talked about it last night. We figured it had to have been a boat I was on. And The man, someone I was on the lifeboat on with. It made sense. I have to admit, Stephane and Mat Pat are very smart. They stayed up for hours researching through the books about the ocean and boats that were on a bookshelf in the living room. They had both kinds of compass to work with. (I didn't even know there were multiple types of compasses.) They helped me learn to tell direction using the waves, and wind. I caught on pretty quickly. We didn't come up with anything unfortunately. They said I should go to bed, and I did. But now it's 3 am and Ive gotten up for water. I stepped carefully around the sleeping Mat pat and Stephane, heads laid on the table, books and equations strewn about. I could tell that I was causing them lots of stress. These two people just wanted to get away for a bit. I had never asked them what they do for a living? Maybe I'll ask them tomorrow. I get my water and head to bed.
I woke up to the sound of mumbling, I couldn't make out what rhey were saying. So I just ignored it. I hopped out of the guest bedroom bed and walked over to the dresser. I had a big tee shirt for pjs, and some shorts and a smaller tee shirt. Luckily, Steph was pretty small, and I was nearly her size. A hair tie on the side of the outfit held it together pretty well. I got changed and headed over to the kitchen. Mat and Stephane stopped their conversation as I entered. "Hey! I made some breakfast if your interested." Steph said, stumbling over a book on the floor. "Yeah sure," I said, eyeing both of them cautiously as I walked over to the table. Mat was trying really hard to keep his smile going strong and his eyes open. As soon as I turned my back, I heard a loud crash, which made me jump in my seat, and Stephane jerk up, spatula in hand, causing a half burnt egg to fly across the counter. Matthew's Head had falled on a stack of books after the at he was resting it on had given out, causing all he books to fall the the floor. "Woah, sorry I didn't mean to, I just-" "ok what is going on with you two? Did you sleep at all last night?" The two looked at each other "pssshhh yeah. We definitely did. Best sleep ever." Stephane put her hand on her hip as if to act casual. Matthew wasn't helping either. "Yeah, totally, we did. Just waking up that's all. Did you know it takes an hour and a half for the human brain to fully wake up? We just-" "cut the crap. How much did you sleep. Under 5 hours?"
They just sat there. "Under 3 hours??" I raised my eyebrows. "Twenty minuets is more like it." Matthew's Head was lowered. ""What the heck?!? Go! Get some sleep! I'll make breakfast!" I pushed Borge of them over towards their room. Neither of them really resisted. "But do you even know how to cook?!" Stephane asked, concerned and already half asleep. "Yeah, i makes myself breakfast every day back at my house." The adults paused, then turned to me. "Back at your house?" They asked practically in unison. It dawned on me what I had said. How did I know that? I don't recall any times I cooked in the past, but for some reason I knew I had. "I, I don't know how I, i don't remember any thing else I just," "Hey hey hey" Matthew put a hand on my shoulder. "It's ok, you go make breakfast and see if you can figure out where the memory came from, Steph and ill go take a quick nap." I nodded, and they headed back to their room.  "And wake us up if you catch the house on fire!!" I heard from the bedroom. I laughed a bit, and started making some eggs.

Sorry this chapter took a while to come out. I'll probably post at least every 3 days, and sometimes I'll post 3 chapters a day, who knows. I'll try to have a more consistent schedule later. Meanwhile, don't forget to vote and comment what you wanna see in the story!

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