Chapter Two: True Feelings, maybe

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I woke up wrapped in blankets and a hand draped over my waist. I slid off the sofa bed and looked at Jordon as he snores quietly and tosses onto his side. His eyes blink open and he glances around the room. When his eyes land on me he grins like a madman.

"What happened last night?" He asked

"You got shitfaced with the rest of the boys and we came home and I woke up screaming because-"

"Because you had a nightmare about your brother," he said.

"Yeah, I did."

"You came in and comforted me and we fell asleep on the sofa bed," I said, "but when everyone else came in and I was bawling My eyes out... you were already there. You must've gotten up to check on me and found me crying. You refused to let me be alone, and I want to know why. So I'm going to ask, Why?"

"Because in quite some time, you are the first girl I truly care so much about," he replied and looked at me with passion, and, love. I blushed and looked down. He placed a hand on my chin and made me look back up at him. He smiled and leaned down. Our lips connected sweetly and innocently. We broke apart and I smiled.

"What was that for?" I asked

"Because I thought you needed it," he said smiling. A chorus of "aww"s erupted from the hall and I grinned, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Shut up boys," I told them giggling.

"But that was sweet, and it's called the freedom of speech," Matt told me grinning like a psycho.

"I wonder how that'll work when I yank out your tongue," I replied smirking.

"Your evil," he said, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Thanks," I said smiling, "I try oh so hard."

"Ha ha... ha. So funny I forgot to laugh" he answered my smart ass comment.

"But you just did,"

"Shut up," Matt said

"No"

"Please"

"No"

"WHY MUST YOU BE SO ADORABLE YET ANNOYING?!?!?" Dylan commented

"The world may never know," I reply. I walk to the kitchen to make them breakfast. I pull out eggs and milk from the fridge and pancake mix from the cupboard. I pull vanilla extract from the cupboard above the stove. I grab a mixing bowl and pour out the mix. I hid the vanilla and pulled out chocolate chips from the candy cabinet. I mixed the ingredients together except the vanilla and chocolate chips. I put two teaspoons of vanilla in the batter then I placed it quickly back in the cabinet before someone saw me put it in there. I poured a lot of chocolate chips in the batter and I looked for a circle cookie cutter. I found one and I put all my other ingredients away. I put a skillet on the stove and smeared a little bit of butter on the pan. I poured enough batter to fill the bottom of the pan. I found my bag on the kitchen table and smiled. My purse was beside it. I flipped the pancake and walked over. I had nine missed calls from my asshole of a brother and 50 text messages. I deleted all the messages. I pulled the pancake off the stove and cut circles out with the cookie cutter. We ate breakfast together, all of us standing around the kitchen island and laughing and talking.
"Oh. My. God. How in the hell do you make your pancakes so delicious?" Danny mumbled around a mouthful of fluffy pancake and maple syrup.
"Family recipe."I answered quickly. Then there was a knock on the door.

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