The Bird That Couldn't Sing (GBFF)

Chapter 25 - Sang

A/N: edited this at two in the morning, so it's not very good. But I hope it's good enough for you lovelies...

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My body is hot, like I'm wrapped up in a fiery embrace. I'm sweating all over but I've never felt at such peace or so comfortable. I burrow my head deeper into my pillow.

But then my pillow moves, like it's... breathing? Wait, this isn't a pillow at all, is it?

My eyes slowly flutter open to see that I was right, it isn't a pillow. It's North's strong, muscled chest and my legs are tangled with his and Luke's, the latter's arms wrapped around me. The confusion, I'm sure, is written all over my face. Where did my blanket go and how did I end up under the same covers as these two?

But I'm not complaining. I didn't have one nightmare and I don't think I've ever slept so good in my life, despite the aches in my body; sleeping on the floor didn't really make the pain any worse, so I guess that's good. But right now, I really have to pee. And I'm pretty sure I smell pancakes... chocolate chip pancakes.

So, as carefully as I can so as to not wake them up, I untangle myself from them and carefully draw back the covers. Standing up between their two sleeping bodies, I realize not all the boys are in here; Mr. Blackbourne and Victor are missing. The rest lie sleeping peacefully on the floor, a bunch of handsome guys seeming like unconscious angels. Quietly making my way over to the bathroom I'd been shown to last night, I slip in soundlessly and close the door behind me after flicking on the light.

I don't bother looking at myself in the mirror and instead go to relieve myself. When I finish and go to wash my hands, only then do I take a glance at myself in the mirror. Aside from my hair being a wild, still slightly curly mess, my face is still glistening a little from the sweaty embrace I woke to this morning, but I look happy--exactly how I feel in this moment. My clothes are all wrinkly, not to mention the fact I'm still wearing an oversized t-shirt, boxers, and literally nothing underneath. While it may've felt liberating at first, now it just feels strange, and I would like to get something on as soon as possible.

Not bothering with much more than that brief glance, I turn off the faucet, dry my hands on the near hanging towel, and switch off the light before leaving.

I hear many hushed voices in the kitchen and realize none of the boys are left in the living room, all having woken up by now. Grabbing my notebook and pen from the coffee table that had been pushed back to make more room, I follow the voices. They're faint, but loud enough for me to hear over the bustle in the kitchen and the crackling of the bacon on the stove.

"Yeah, but school starts in two weeks and scheduling is tomorrow. Apparantly they don't need that much time to actually fix the schedules they're making, so they start school just two weeks after making them. Either way, what are we supposed to do until then? We can't just leave her at that house with the people she calls family," Victor stresses, and it's not hard for me to come to the conclusion they're talking about me.

I feel like is shouldn't be eavesdropping, but apparently I'm the subject of their conversation. I feel it's justified. So, instead of walking into the kitchen and making my presence known, I creep over behind the separating wall and listen in. They say curiosity killed the cat, but I'm certain no harm will come to me while I'm here. So curiosity isn't a dangerous gamble.

"Mr. Morgan has a point. So, I have a proposition."

"What is it, Owen?" Sean asks. So that's his name... I like it.

"Well, I propose we have a vote on the adoption of the bird," he proclaims. Okay, maybe they aren't talking about me. Maybe they just want to buy a bird. And I guess they have to take a vote on it because they're like family, and if most everyone decides they don't want a bird, then they won't get a bird. Makes sense, I guess. But if it were up to me, I'd get one that could sing, like a mockingbird--to remind me of the times when I would sing with them, filling the speechless void that has continued to grow in my chest and consume me ever since my voice was stolen.