I blink my eyes lazily and yawn. Sitting up and stretching, I look around the living room.
Daniel is passed out on the love seat and Carson is cuddled up on the floor. I'm sprawled out on the couch and I slept really well.
I tap on my phone and see that it's 9:45.
After everything that happened last night, we all decided to just have a big sleepover in the living room. It took me a long while to fall asleep, but I felt better with Daniel and Carson here with me.
Still a bit tired, I stand up and walk into the kitchen. I grab a glass out of the kitchen cabinet and fill it with water from the tap. As I'm taking a sip, my eyes fall on the horrible red letters on the back door.
I put down my glass and sigh. I've never felt so... hated. I mean, I've never been the most popular person, but no one has ever held this much malice against me.
You know what? I'm not going to worry about it right now. I've got my two favorites bros right here and I'm happy.
I walk over to the refridgerator and open it up. I want to make breakfast for everyone.
I take out some eggs and bacon, then grab the bread off of the counter. I quickly whip up some eggs and pour half of the egg mixture into the bowl with some cinnamon and sugar.
While the pan on the stove gets hot, I dip a few pieces of bread into the egg mix. I slap the bread into the pan and it sizzles.
After all the french toast is done, I cook the eggs and then the bacon. After a few minutes, Carson wakes up to the smell of my delicious cooking.
"Mm, what smells so good?" He asks, walking up behind me.
I giggle, "I made us breakfast."
He pushes his glasses up his nose and looks up at me. "Can I get a taste?"
"Sure, do you want some-"
"I want some of you."
Next thing I know, Carson is coming in for a kiss.
I panic and dodge him, almost sending him face first into the hot eye on the stove.
"Uh, I'm... sorry, I just uh..." I stutter.
"Woah, you okay?" Carson asks, looking at me like I'm crazy. "You never kissed anyone before?"
I get red with embarrassment. "No." I say quietly.
"I guess I'm gonna have to teach you some things." He winks at me.
"Uh..." I don't know what to say! "Okay..."
"You done cooking?" He asks me.
"I... yeah I just gotta turn off the stove."
Oh my God, what's he trying to do?!
I turn off the stove and turn around to Carson again. He's wearing an old Spongebob t-shirt and some plaid PJ pants.
"Mmkay," he leans in closer to me, "come here."
He starts to move his lips toward mine and I slowly move my arm behind me and onto the counter. I inch a plate off of the edge until-
CRASH
"Shit, I'm sorry," I laugh. "I'm super clumsy."
I grin.
Carson just stares at me for a minute.
"You wouldn't happen to be trying to get out of kissing me... would you?" He asks, not moving an inch.
I just shake my head slowly.
Without saying anything, he puts his hands around my waist and pulls me up against his body.
He leans in and I have no choice but to kiss him, which is fine with me...
I pull away after a second.
"Whoa, okay," I say. "You really wanted that kiss huh?"
He nods and comes back for another.
A few moments pass and we're just kissing softly but then it turns into making out.
I move my lips across his cheek and down his neck, giving little kisses.
"Mm." A little moan escapes his mouth.
He presses himself up against me and I feel something firm against my leg.
I can feel myself get hot and blush but I don't really wanna stop—
"AHHHH, GUYS WHAT THE HELL!"
My eyes fly open and I nearly jump out of my skin as I see Daniel standing there shook to the core.
I quickly push Carson off of me and scramble to come up with an excuse.
"Hey, uh, you're up early! I- I made breakfast!"
"I don't want any of what you guys were making," Daniel says uncomfortably. "What were you guys doing?!"
Carson turns to look at Daniel. "Haha, calm down dude. We were just chilling in the kitchen."
Daniel's eyes move down and widen. "Oh my God! Your dick is hard dude! You have a boner in my kitchen!"
Carson quickly moves his hands over his pants. "Shit, dude, shut up!"
I seriously want to die right now. I take a step back to lean on the counter and—
CRUNCH
"Ah! Fuuuu-" I lift up my foot and hop around and see that there's a chunk of glass sticking out of my foot.
"Jada, are you okay?!" Daniel runs over to me. "What happened?"
"I stepped on glass!" I yell, and my foot is starting to drip blood.
"Carson why are you just standing around? Get the blood flowing back to your brain and help Jada to the couch!" Daniel says.
They both wrap their arounds around me and lift me over to the couch.
"Okay let me see. It's big enough for me to just pull it out." Carson says, examining my wound.
"Are you talking about the glass or your dick?" Daniel sneers.
"Stop talking about dicks! I have a shard of glass in my foot!" I yell. "Just get it out!"
Without saying anything, Carson slowly pulls the shard of glass out of my foot.
"Ahh-! Okay, I need a cloth or something." It stings where the glass once was.
"Here, this should work," Daniel hands me an old dish towel. "Why was there glass on the floor?"
I sigh. "A plate fell a little earlier and I guess I just forgot."
"I wonder why..." he says under his breath.
I jokingly punch him in the arm.
"So uh, who's hungry?" Carson pipes up.
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