Fantasy

chapter seven

I brush my teeth, glancing down at my phone to see if my mom had text me back.

I went to bed last night and completely forgot about my phone. My mom called and text me over 30 times, she worries so much.  So when I woke up I text, telling her the basics of the situation.

Me and Honey shared my moms bed, seeing as I didn't want to disturb the fragile boy in mine. Both boys are still quietly sleeping. I'd figured since both had cried last night they needed a good nights sleep.

I walk out the bathroom, having finished with my morning routine. Wearing matching black sweats that my mom had in her drawer, and having my curls pulled into a small ponytail at the base of my neck.

Now all that's left is my morning tea.

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I sip the sweet liquid, feeling the warm trail it leaves as it settles in my empty stomach.

I ordered groceries while the water was boiling, so they should be here in about another 20 minutes.

I don't know how to cook, but I'm hoping Niko does because Honey's spoiled ass hasn't cook anything a day in his life. He tried making cookies once to one up my friend Liam, and almost burned down his kitchen. Idiot.

I can make a few things but, young me refused to learn to cook anything else after hearing my mom say, "you need to learn how to cook, because the way to a mans heart is through his stomach."

She meant no harm, it was how she was brought up thinking, but it was enough for me to swear off cooking. I remember being upset and thinking, 'why can't boys just cook? I'd love a boy that would cook for me. Why does it matter if a girl can cook or not?'

The idea sounded, draining and unappealing. So now I'm fucking useless when it comes to cooking.

I finish off my tea, sitting my cup in the sink. My stomach growling at all the thoughts of food. I wish I'd eaten yesterday, maybe then I'd feel less like a bum.

I walk back up the stairs, going into my mothers room. Honey's sprawled across the bed on his stomach. His mouth open wide, his arms and legs at angles. He's such a messy sleeper, not at all his usual pristine self.

"Wake up." I say, hitting him in the head with a pillow.

"God! Leave me alone." He grumbles, slapping a heavy hand at the pillow.

"I'm going to get Niko up. Have your bitch ass out of this bed before I get back."

"Or what Miss? You'll spank me?" He groans, propping up on his knees and putting his ass in the air.

The thought sounds tempting, but thinking back on last night and my current exhaustion, I decide against it. Plus, he hasn't actually done anything to provoke the action, and the pillow princess himself doesn't always get what he wants. He enjoys "punishment" too much for them to actually be punishments, so his only real punishment is being isolated.

"No, I'll ignore you. Now be a good pet so that won't have to happen, because it won't bother me much." I retort, he huffs and his knees slide down. Much like an inch worm.

He stays quiet, taking that as his answer I leave the room, walking down the hallway to my door. The smell of Honey's still prominent from behind the door. My hand twists the knob, the door moving open with little force.

It's mostly dark, my drapes are pulled shut, but the small salt lamp on the night stand gives off an orange glow.

I walk over to the drapes, pulling them apart. My eyes squint shut, the sun light being way too bright.