I'll be there for you

Manic morning

"YO, I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I WANT WHAT I REALLY WANT" 

Yeah. Not the best song for waking up at 6AM. Especially If you don't have anything to do all morning. And especially If you forgot to set alarm off. The right question is who forgets such things? And well, the answer is - obviously me. All of a sudden I was far away from my dream furiously swishing my phone. Finally, after maybe 13th rapid bang on my bedside table covered with all kinds of trinkets, Spice Girls went silent. "Ha", I squeaked relieved and threw myself on the plain pillow. I heard a fast wiggling next to me, then Johnny's head peered from blanket that was covering him. "Is that British girl band? Why did you turn them on? Something has happened?", he stared over fingers that he put at his forehead at me. "Nothing, go back to sleep Johnny", I raised on elbows and gave him a peek on the cheek. Too bad that I couldn't say it to myself. Trust me, I tried, but it just doesn't work. After that little trouble with my phone and Posh's group I just couldn't make myself to fell asleep. I went to bathroom to put on my alloy face cream that can make me look awake with just few moves. After I looked decent I realized I can flip trough the newest  fashion magazine, but with Johnny's snoring and bad contents that was not very  pleasant.  So I decided to do what I always do when I am bored in the mornings - go downstairs make a drink and wait until someone joins me. 

Just when I entered the kitchen Mike in his athletic uniform pass me by jumping enthusiastically. "Wow, Super Mario. Don't hurt yourself"", I raised my head sipping the orange juice. "Wanna eat cornflakes with me or should we wait for Charlie to make us something... More eatable?", I asked examining the box of Chocolate muesli. I can't thank God enough for having Charlie in the house. Without a good cook we'll be probably eating Johnny's famous pancakes all day every day. They are not healthy, but at least they are eatable and delicious. With his food we would get fat, but If Briggs, Paige or me were cooking.. We would die. Those are Charlie's words, I don't think that we are that bad. Although, I don't want to challenge her. 

"I will run a little bit, exercise and everything... But If I were you, I would wait for Charlie's breakfast" , smiled Mike.

"True", I frowned but still put some of chocolate teddy bears in my mouth. "You know Mickey, If I didn't know you any better I would say that you are exercising because of  a terrible love life" , I raised eyebrow walking to the living room.

"But you know me", winked Mike.

"Yeah. I am sorry, by the way" , I turned to him.

"For what?", he was tiding shoelaces.

"Oh, you know, for everything you've been trough and other pathetic crap. My vocabulary isn't helping I am aware of that", I patted his shoulder and he laughed. "But I am sorry. Everyone wanted you two to be finished, but not like that. Your sad face is not exactly the best thing that happens in Graceland" , I pursed my lips.

"Yeah, I didn't want it either. You know you are good Graceland's mom, Phoebe, with all those advises and caring?" , Mike teased.

"No, that's Charlie's job. I could be,am, a cool aunt. Or an older sister. Yep, older sister, they are always hot! And cool", I decided happily throwing bottle of water to Mike.

"Thank you, mom", he laughed exiting the house.

"HOT OLDER SISTER, WARREN", I yelled behind him. "Okay, I am older than him less than two years. I don't even have to be older", I jumped realizing but he was already running at the beach. 

Apparently, I put a curse on this breakfast. I  love Johnny, I really do. But I can't just turn off my fear when he is cooking something that has more than 3 ingredients and when those are not pancakes. "Charlie, you are not going to cook scrambled eggs?", I asked sitting on the kitchen counter. "You don't need Charlie's eggs. You have them in here" , Johnny exclaimed.

"As well as beans and mustard and pickles and... I am not sure what is this thing over there" , Charlie frowned thoughtfully. "I am on cleanse", lied Paige and Briggs.

"Don't listen to them Johnny, practice is everything" , kissed his head and put bunch of chocolate teddies in my mouth. "Plus, you have some really creative ideas" , added Charlie. "Exactly. Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Tuturro,Tuturro! Okay guys, really? Am I the only one who is cheering cooks?", I shrugged. "Apparently. But that won't bring you an extra plate", grinned Briggs. "Sleeping with cook will" , Johnny smiled. "And I will be generous enough and give it to Paul", I jumped of the counter and sarcastic blew kiss to Briggs.

When I lighten my cigarette I had only one thing left on my mind. Jesus, I really need to learn how to cook.