The Golden Boy's Girl {Complete} {undergoing SEVERE editing}

{Chapter 12} Excuse Me Your Ego Is Making It Hard To Breathe

Chapter 13~Excuse Me Your Ego Is Making It Hard To Breathe

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Danny

The next morning we woke up and eat pancakes, it being Sunday, Christy had given Fayelynn the day off and we needed to start planning on how we were going to get her stuff from that house. We were sitting at the table, eating eggs and bacon.

"So, what are we going to do today?" Mum asked

"Well, we have to clean out the guest house and get Faye's stuff from her house," I said

"The guest house is mostly clean, just needs new sheets and a good dusting. You guys have two beds in there, a full bathroom, kitchen and closets. We will go out there after breakfast. What do you need from your house?"

"Well, some clothes, books, school things, basic items and a few important papers like my pass port and Mikey's, our school report cards, bank statements, things like that" she explains

"Why do you need report cards?" I ask, confused

"Just in case, I always keep them with me," she tells me evasively. I shrug and go back to stuffing my face with eggs and bacon. My dad walks in and grumbles good morning to all of us. He goes straight for the coffee pot and my mum blocks it, giving him a knowing look. He nods and turns to us, looking at Fayelynn,

"Fayelynn, I would like to apologize for what I said yesterday and I shouldn't have judged you without knowing you. I fully support you in the decision to move away, also I know a good lawyer if you decide to press charges against him," he said, I could tell that his apology was sincere and he felt guilty, he should.

"Apology accepted, Mr. Mason, thank you for apologizing, and I'm sorry misjudging you, I understand that you only want what's best for your son," she said with a smile and glanced with me, I smiled, even though my mouth was filled with bacon. We finish breakfast and head to the guest house, it's a little bit separated from the house, having its own connection from the driveway and a gate. So you don't have to go through the house to get to the guest house. It was a beautiful garden, courtesy of my mum. It's like a little cottage. With Ivy hanging down, bushes and flowers separated from the house and a stone path leading to a small stone porch and the front door.

Once you stepped inside, it was bright and cheerful everywhere. The kitchen sprawled across three walls, top of the line appliances and white caved cabinets adorned it. The kitchen was already filled with Martha Stewart pot, pans, plates, utensils and even cookbooks. You could say that my mum was obsessed with Martha Stewart. Directly across from the kitchen were a little table and two chairs. These were supposed to be a dining room and living room but once my mum was done with the kitchen there was literally no room for that. The table was white wood and set by the window, which gave a view of the pool area and garden. The kitchen was painted a brown color and the area with the table was a greenish-blue color. In between the kitchen and chairs sat a book shelf. It was stocked with tons of books, whenever we got rid of a book; it came to the bookshelf in here. Now, there were books literally over flowing on it, from Alex's copy of "Little Women" to Anna's seventh grade year book.

"Wow, this is so cute! I love it," Faye exclaimed, we all turned to look at her, she was studying the appliances. "Mikey, look at this oven! Maybe our cookies won't burn to a crisp for once, unlike the old on. I swear that one's a fire hazard and is going to burn down the street someday!" She played with all the fixtures, before quickly moving on to the fridge, playing with the ice and water settings. "Ooo, look at this stove, and this awesome exhaust!" Excitement filled her voice as she continued to toy with the appliances. "Oh, look at these!" She held up one of the plates, before putting it back and picking up a one of the glasses. We all looked at her with amusement and she looked at us. "What? Do I still have bacon on my face?" She inquired and her hand flew up to her face checking to see for any bits of leftover bacon or eggs.