Spotlight H.S.

Breakfast?

I woke up and was immediately saddened when the warmth of Harry was gone. I hopped out of bed and threw on my emerald colored silk robe and try not to rush, down the stairs. When I reach the end of the stairs, I am immediately relieved when I see a plate with my favorite dish : Omletè also known as a scrambled egg with Portuguese twists. I see Harry at the sink still with no shirt on (swoon) washing dishes. I sneak up behind him and wrap my arms around him.
" mmm.. Thank you, for the omletè Har." I mumble into his shoulder.
The sink immediately is shut off and Harry reaches for the dish towel drying his hands and turning to face me. He puts his left hand under my chin lifting it up and looks into my eyes.
" You're welcome love, now go eat." He chuckled.
I turn happily to the gray granite island and begin to dig in to my food like I've never eaten before. I have no shame in front of Harry, because we've been best friends since I knew how to walk. Okay maybe I'm exaggerating but I've known him since before primary school years. He doesn't mind my gross habits, he just ignores them. He sits beside me and begins to lightly drum on the counter with his finger tips.
" This entire plate was for me right? Like my fat ass didn't just sit down and eat everyone's food." I mumble with my mouth full slightly embarrassed.
" No, Hads it's all yours. Don't you think I'd know you by now. I quite like your, as you put it "fat ass"." He says with a cheeky grin.
Smug mother frigger.
" I already ate, and so did Timber. Don't worry Hads." He said still laughing.
Timber comes down the stairs in a short skirt and bralette.
" Timber-Ann Grace Parsons MARCH THAT ALMOST SHOWING ASS BACK UP AND CHANGE. WHAT WOULD DAD SAY. WHERE ARE YOU EVEN GOING DRESSED LIKE THAT? THE STRIP CLUB TO GIVE SOME TOSSER A DANCE?" My blood is slightly boiling and I don't even realize what I was saying until the front door is slammed.