Just For Glory | COMPLETED

Slow-Dancing to Sinatra

A/N WHERE HAVE I BEEN. 😂

Halfway down the stairs the next morning, I remembered that Piper was asleep in the living room. A few steps more, though, and all I saw was the quilt piled at the foot of the couch. I was standing at the bottom of the staircase with my hand on the railing when I heard Piper's voice from the direction of the kitchen.

As I walked in, Piper was saying, "Really, I can't eat a lot for breakfast—it makes me sick." She was sitting on the counter next to the fridge, where Jamie was searching for, I'm sure, bacon or eggs to try and show Piper how well she cooked. When I yawned, though, Piper noticed me and grinned. "Hey."

I raised my eyebrows in acknowledgement but was saved from the need to reply as Jamie turned around and cried, "Donny! Good morning, want an omelet?"

Piper laughed quietly when I wince and said, "Jamie, come on, it's too early to be so shrill. And no, you know I don't eat breakfast."

She heaved an exasperated sigh. "Yeah, well that's what they all say. Piper just said almost the same thing a minute ago. Why does no one eat breakfast anymore—isn't it the most important meal of the day?"

While Jamie pulled the milk out of the fridge, I distinctly heard Piper murmur, "I haven't eaten breakfast in five years and I'm not dead yet."

That struck me as odd, though, and Piper glanced at me as I frowned slightly. "What?" she asked, returning my look with a strange one of her own.

"You do too eat breakfast. I've seen you eating Frosted Flakes—you love them." She opened her mouth, but I had a feeling I knew what she'd say. "And even if it's mostly in the middle of the day when you do that, I definitely saw you with a bowl of cereal at sunrise, which is morning."

Jamie had finally shut the fridge and was looking between Piper and me as if it were a tennis match. Piper squinted at the ceiling pensively for a moment before snapping her gaze back to me and saying, "Yeah, but that was after being up all night. Plus it was on my roof and I was having it with Coke, both of which really cancel out the whole traditional breakfast idea. Besides, breakfast is more defined by the time at which you eat it than the foods that you eat."

I smirked. "Exactly, so eating anything, especiallyFrosted Flakes, at sunrise makes it breakfast by definition. Man, Pipe, way to disprove your own point."

"Fine then, I will amend my definition: breakfast is the meal that you eat after waking up at anytime between say...four and eleven in the morning. Anything before four is just night-time craving-indulgence and anything after eleven is lunch," she said smugly, cocking her half-grin.

Apparently fed up with her lack of involvement so far, Jamie held up both hands, looking confused. "Wait, wait, wait—when did you ever see Piper at sunrise? After an all-nighter? I have no memory of this."

Piper glanced over at me somewhat nervously, but I ignored her and said, "It's—This wasn't—Jamie, it was a while ago, before you really knew Piper."

She scrunched up her nose, unsatisfied. "I've known Piper since June 7. When did this happen?"

After a moment of awkward silence, Piper quietly replied, "June 7."

Before Jamie could even ask, I got fed up with skirting the question. "I got drunk at a party and I called Piper because...well, just because, and she came and picked me up. I crashed at her house, she was up all night, we hung out on her roof, she took me home, and then you met her."