CHAPTER 14 A little decorating never hurts

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I smile as I close my last box putting everything away in my room.  All settled in I look around smiling small seeing as everything fell great into place I felt at home already. I look at the window sliding it up enjoying the view when I hear loud music blast. I take a deep breath sliding my slippers on opening my room down walking out as I try yelling over the music.

"Hello! are you deaf? we have neighbors!" I yelled walking down the hall pounding on Danny's room.
I ignore the "mutual respect" rule opening his door not seeing him.  I roll my eyes slamming the door shut. "Danny!" I yell over the music looking for him unsure where it's coming from.
As I check the bathroom then resume walking down the hall downstairs noticing it getting louder. I squint my eyes walking into the kitchen seeing him setting some stuff up as I walk over to his speaker adjusting the volume slamming it on the counter.

"Really? it's 11am" I fold my arms as he continuously puts things away then scoffs under his breath.
"Yeah no shit" He said licking his lips putting plates away. "Maybe you should make yourself useful" He insists raising a brow as I watch him closely.
"Did you just buy all this stuff?" I ask as I lift up some kitchen utensils looking at them.
"Naw I just borrowed it" He mumbled sarcastically glancing at me then away as he begins putting more stuff away.

"If were gonna make things financially fair you should include me in house shopping you know" I sighed leaning against the counter.
"Are you always this needy?" He mumbled under his breath laughing a little walking past me bumping shoulders with me. "Everything should just be equal like our country" I shrug smiling hopping onto the counter kicking my legs slowly. He shakes his head opening the fridge grabbing a water ignoring me for a second.

"Don't tell me you're into politics and shit" He said glancing at me from the corner of his eye gulping down some water tilting his head back a little.
"Besides I don't stress money it's nothing really" He said raising his eyebrows twisting his cap back on to his water. He then glances at my legs then at me as slowly pull my robe down a little.

"It's not about stressing it we're room mates you know people who split things". I quote with my fingers as I catch him staring out the kitchen window with his hands on the sink. "And you're gonna have to start communicating with me" I said folding my arms. He then raised his eyebrows looking over his shoulder giving me a solid glare, still silent looking at me then away back at the view.

"Why don't you make breakfast since I been up doing a majority of the shit around here?" He stretched suggesting. "Seems reasonable fine what do you want?" I take a deep breath jumping down from the counter as I tilt my head a little. He turns around rubbing down his jawline thinking looking around. "Surprise me but make it good" He answered back. "Ooook is there anything you perfer or don't?" I ask staring at him laughing a little as he thinks for a second shaking his head. "Nah but I could get use to this" He pats my head walking past me smirking.

He walks to the living room sitting down watching TV kicking back as I begin to start pulling food out the fridge to make. I grab eggs, bacon, butter and milk closing the fridge, setting it on the counter then open the cabinet looking through it. I find pancake mix setting it on the counter as I begin to start cooking breakfast. I dance a little stirring the pancake mix as I begin to cook setting the pan onto the stove. I place a little butter on it beginning to cook breakfast as I see Danny get up and start walking into the kitchen.

I raise a brow "It's not done" I smile small.
He yawns putting his fist to his mouth.
"Yeah I kinda noticed need any help?" He mumbled standing behind me placing his hand on the counter.
He got super close to me and wasn't shy about it, I got butterflies as I shrugged bumping back against him a little. "Sure if you insist" I smile small moving aside. He then snatches the spatula out of my hand flipping a pancake moving infront of me as I step back raising my eyebrows clapping slow sarcastically. "Wow impressive" I laugh a little clapping a solid once.

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