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Chapter 3; Breakfast.

I woke up the sweet smell of pancakes filling the room, walking out of the bedroom I had been staying in & into the kitchen I find Caleab standing shirtless -doesn't this guy feel the cold?!- at the stove with freshly made pancakes in the oven to keep warm. The table set for two I take a seat & rub my eyes, yawning softly.

"Good morning." Caleab's low deep voice (kind of sounds like Andrew Biersack for those of you who know BVB you'll know what I mean) "Good morning," I reply as he sets a warm plate of pancakes down in front of me. "Looks good, Caleab." I add staring down the plate. A deep chuckle escapes from his throat, "Thanks, Over the past several years I've picked up a few things in the kitchen." he admits. I giggle as I take a spoonful of ice cream from the tub & push it onto one of the pancakes as he sets his plate down in the spot beside me.

"How did you sleep last night?" Caleab asks breaking the silence. "Good thanks, Yourself?" I respond. "Good, I thought you'd assume I didn't sleep..." He said dully. "Why would you say that? I knew you were asleep because I had to get up in the middle of the night & tried to wake you up a few times, but you were dead asleep, & snoring your heart out." I said with a slight laugh.

"Why'd you try to wake me?" Caleab asked anxious about my response, ignoring the first part of my statement. Looking away I shyly say "I had a bad dream & felt a little lonely," he looks at me sympathetically. "The medication I'm on gives me weird dreams." I add. "Oh, that's understandable." he says placing his hand firmly on my left shoulder. My eyes meet his & I can't help but to stare, that wonderful soft lavender purple coloured eyes of his are mesmerising. I could feel my body trying to take control of itself, struggling to maintain my composure I look away from him to stare at my food.

"Chelsea," Caleab started. "Is everything okay? You've been acting different lately." A deep look of concern flooded across his face as he spoke, seemingly as though he generally cared about me. "Yeah, everything's fine." I say hurriedly as I stand to leave the room. Caleab gently grabs my wrist, causing me to face him. "You can talk to me about anything you know." Caleab said finally. I looked down at my plate of melted ice cream, "I know.. I just, don't know if I can tell you about this just yet.." I say as I slip from his loosening grip & walk off to the room I had awoken in.

I crawl into the now cold bed wrapping the blankets around me like a burrito to keep warm. As I let my eyes wonder around the room, I notice some features I hadn't taken in when I woken up. It had an open fireplace beside a window, a large dresser  standing tall against a wall near the door, 2 bedside tables on either side of the king size bed, purple drapes hanging from a rood against the window, glow in the dark stickers on the roof, fairy lights hanging around the edges of the door frame & ceiling, a small lamp on both bedside tables, & an array of plush toys scattered around the room.