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WAKING UP TO THE SOUND OF A ROOSTER was not something she thought she would hear all they out here.
"Lamonsoff, it's 5 in the morning. Can you kill the dog now?" someone called out, it sounded like Lenny bur considering she just woke up, she can't be precise.
Natasha furrowed her eyebrows as she blinked to adjust her eyes to the dark, sun barely seeping in the window. her left side was on fire, not used to having someone else in her bed.
"Thinking about it."
she almost laughed, patting Becky's messy hair before rolling out of bed, straight onto the floor. looking back, she stood, pulling some socks out of her bag and onto her feet.
she fought the urge to snap a picture of the very shirtless sleeping Grayson, reminding herself that would be incredibly creepy. instead she went to the bathroom, internally remembering the prank on their fathers, so she knew not to take a shower.
after brushing her teeth and hair, she tipped toed to her bag, changing clothes. all within six minutes. she doesn't take too long, especially when there's no rush.
going down stairs she noticed her father looking like he was dead while sleeping on the couch. which answered her question on where he was sleeping.
Rob was in the kitchen, cooking some stuff that smelled so fucking rancid, it made her wave her hand over her nose, before quickly waving to the couple in a way of hiding her disgust.
Gloria was behind him, cutting up some bananas.
"oh, good morning sweetie." the old woman's voice carried to her ears as she sat at the counter.
"hey, what're you making?"
"ocean pancakes. we're using a dehydrator. you want any? i can get you a plate?"
Natasha shook her head, trying not to breath too deeply through her nose, "are you sure you didn't cut off an elephants foot and cook it dry?" her words came out before she could stop them, but since it was already out, she didn't feel the need to apologize.
how the fuck is that pancakes?
Rob gave her a sour look while Gloria laughed, handing her a banana, which she gratefully took.
"can i just make some bacon? or something.."
"no."
her jaw hung at the tone of his voice, "huh? why not?"
