Challenge Accepted (Editing)

Mom

Brandon ended up staying the night in the guest bedroom, even though Dad insisted he could stay with me for the night we decided not to. It's not awkward or anything it's just we don't like giving him the satisfaction.

I know, we're evil.

It's Sunday which means Sunday breakfast. Other families have Sunday dinner but we have breakfast. Everyone awakes around the same time which is good and all, but I for one am not a morning person. I'm grumpy, hungry, sometimes still tired. Plus, it's too bright in the morning, I don't want to go blind when I wake up and the sun's just in my face.

So whenever I wake up and everyone else is up, they try and steer clear of my way. How lovely.

I wake up rubbing my eyes, feeling terrible. I reluctantly get up and go to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and not only do I feel dead, I look dead. I splash water on my face and groan loudly. I slouch my way to the kitchen with my head down and stand next to my mom while she's making bacon.

"Morning, Jamie." She says as she adds another slice of bacon in the pan.

"Mm."

"Well I could've told you that." She says sarcastically and I lift my head up and glare at her with tired eyes.

She snorts and she ruffles my hair, "Go sit at the table and wait for breakfast if you're not gonna help, Mr. Grumpy."

"Uugghh, fine!... I'll help."

"Good for you, now, french toast or waffles?" She asks and I think for a bit.

"Mmm, french toast."

"Alright, but you're making it." She points at me and I agree.

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As mom gets started on the eggs and I just got through making three french toasts when we hear Dad coming down the stairs groaning. He's not a morning person either.

"Like father, like son." Mom laughs out and I manage to chuckle.

Mom and Brandon are the only two that are morning people, and it's annoying when there just smiling while I'm over here feeling like I just crawled out of a grave.

Dad comes in the kitchen and starts brewing some coffee while Mom just snickers at him.

Once his coffee is made he makes his way to the table. He sits there drinking his coffee in silence, he honestly looks like a little kid that just got woken up from a nap.

Brandon walks down stairs with a bright smile on his face and he looks more alive than everyone else. Disgusting. I glare at him as he enters the kitchen with all of his energy and good vibes just spreading around, who gave him the right!?

He catches me glaring at him and laughs. I just huff and continue to make the last french toast.

While we're cooking, music starts playing. Brandon. I just finished the last french toast and put it with the others when Brandon grabbed my hand and spun me around. Mom laughs and turns off the stove going over to Dad.

She forces him out of his chair and spins him around as well. Seeing this made me laugh and Dad chuckle. We all start to liven up and dance along with the music. We all smile at each other and switch partners. B with Mom and me with Dad. It was fun and I thank him for that.

We soon all get settled down and eat breakfast together. As a family.

Thanks for breakfast, Mom