Girls Play Boy Too

Chaper Nine: This house is huge (Part One)

Elliot's POV (the girl)

The next morning I tiredly got out of bed seeing as it was still 7am and my brain wasn't working properly; I went into my bathroom. I still can't get over the fact that I have my own bathroom.

After doing my business I stripped and got in the shower washing my body and my hair seeing as how the last time I washed it was two days ago.

The reason I woke up so early was because the twins and I were supposed to go "exploring," well at least that's what mum said.

Yesterday she came into my room at around 2 in the fricken morning to tell me that the twins and I were to go 'explore' the city and that she's gonna leave early to go check out the hospital and to meet all her new co-workers. She also said that she was gonna come home early because she was only visiting. Like who does that?

Getting out, I wrapped a long white towel around my body and walked over to my closet. I decided to wear my loose high-waist black shorts which were long enough for my liking and were very comfortable if I may add, and one of the twins old band t-shirts which I tucked into my shorts, finishing the look off with my black snapback and my white Jordan's.

My hair was still wet so I just tied it into a high ponytail and hoped it would dry before we left.

I grabbed my phone and stuffed it into my pocket before walking out of my room and skipping down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Looking around I could say that this kitchen was the same size of my backyard in our old house, meaning it was huge (Not really but you get the point).

It had high cupboards which were all white with silver handles. All the counters were made with white marble making them have a shining affect. The stove was huge and it also had double ovens, one on top of the other. The fridge had double doors and was the size of my closet back at New York. It also had a smaller room attached onto it and when I stepped inside I saw a dishwasher and two sinks for washing the dishes. Overall this kitchen was big like really big, bigger than our old one.

After checking out the kitchen for a bit longer I decided to make something to eat.

Obviously George and Fred weren't up yet so I decided to be a good big sister and make them breakfast.

When I opened the fridge my eyes literally popped and my mouth hung open rather unladylike like.

There was food, left, right and center. Everything a young child would wish to have was right in front of me.

After a very tough discussion with myself I decided that with all this food in my reach I would make a small snack before I make breakfast, so I took out a full carton of strawberries and Dairy chocolate instead of dark because I hate it.

I quickly melted the chocolate which much to my surprise didn't burn, then dipped the strawberries in the chocolate and began eating.

After my fifth chocolate dipped strawberry I checked the time to see that it was already 08:30 and began to take out the ingredients to make pancakes because I knew the twins would wake up soon.

After making the batter I put the pan on the stove and started flipping. Half way through I heard two sets of foot steps running down the stairs.

The twins.

They both stopped in front of me in nothing but their boxers and gave me a giant smile once they saw the pancakes.

I rolled my eyes and told them to go sit down while I finish.

After a few minutes, I finished making the pancakes and served the twins. I didn't make a lot because I was just fine with my strawberries so I sat down and watched the twins while I continued to stuff my face with strawberries.