The Secret Youtuber

Chapter Eight

I push myself up, then reach for my phone. 7:48 AM. I groan and lay back down, closing my eyes to try to fall back to sleep. It doesn't work. I finally give in and sit up. I throw my bedhead into a ponytail before getting up and walking to the kitchen. I don't know what Sean usually eats for breakfast, or if he even eats breakfast at all, but I decide to make breakfast. Homemade pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Scrambled eggs of course.

I get out all of the ingredients for the pancakes and begin to mix the batter. I multitask, making the bacon and pancakes at the same time. I just have to keep an eye on the pancakes, because I don't want them to burn.

About fourty-five minutes later, I'm finished cooking. And Sean's still asleep. By now, it's nine in the morning, or somewhere around there. I messed up the batter, and I ended up with a ton of pancakes.

I set the small dining table with a pitcher of orange juice, a plate of a ton of pancakes, a plate with the bacon, and a bowl with the eggs. I set out five plates, just in case the other three decide to join us. I've already sent them all a text, but I doubt Alex will come. He has a terrible sleeping schedule, but it's not like mine is much better. I just happened to wake up bright and early this morning.

I walk down the hall to Sean's room, and I knock on the door. He doesn't answer, so I slowly open the door. He's still in bed, asleep. I walk to the bed and grab a pillow that he's not using, and I hit him. "Waaake uuup!" I whine, and he groggily sits up and rubs his eyes.

"I'm up, I'm up!" He says with a sleepy laugh as I go to hit him again. His sleepy laugh makes me smile.

"I made breakfast." I say, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Homemade pancakes." I add with a wink before I laugh. I stand up, and grab his hand. I don't even care that he's shirtless. I pull him out of bed and drag his sleepy ass to the table. I sit him down at a chair. "Don't eat yet!" I say as he reached for a pancake. I pull out my phone and check my messages. Mitch is waking Alex up and the two are going to come over, and Liam is on his way.

Sean gives me a look that is a mixture of annoyance and sleepiness. "How long?" He asks, his facial expression not changing.

"About five minutes." I answer. He groans and stands up. "Where are you going?" I ask as he walks away.

"To put on a shirt. If it were just us I wouldn't mind staying shirtless, but the guys are coming over too." He answers. I smirk and look down at my phone, and a knock on the door startles me. I stand up and open the door, and a very tired and annoyed Alex stands there beside a cheery and wide awake Mitch.

"Where are those pancakes?" Mitch asks, walking right in, dragging Alex behind him. Sean comes back and takes his seat, and Mitch sits beside him and Alex beside Mitch.

"We're just waiting for Liam now." I say, shutting the door. I walk to the table, and the door reopens, Liam walking in. "Lock the door." I say, turning to face him.

"Dude! Where the hell is the fruit?" Mitch asks, standing up from the table. "This is unacceptable." He mutters, walking into the kitchen. I sit on the other side of Sean, who's sitting on the end, and Liam sits beside me. Mitch reappears with a bowl of fruit and sets it in the middle. "Way better than bacon." He comments, taking his seat.

We all begin to eat. We have our share of laughs, even Mr. sleepy head Alex. After he eats, he ends up falling back asleep, his head resting on the table. Mitch grabs a pen from the counter and returns, and writes something on Alex's forehead. I take the pen and write on his arm 'Ainsley owns you', and my mind flashes back to middle school for a moment. Liam laughs at what I wrote.

"I didn't know you were still in middle school!" He smirks, elbowing me when I sit back down.

"I-nsley." Mitch attempts to pronounce my name.

"Ainsley." I correct him.

"That's your name?" Mitch asks, looking up at me.

"No, it's some random chicks name." I reply, rolling my eyes.

"Oh, alright." He shrugs, and Sean and Liam laugh. I smirk and take a strawberry from the bowl. Mitch watches as I bite into it, and he jumps back. "Is this supposed to be a hint?" He asks, acting offended.

I choke on my strawberry and Sean pats me on the back. I laugh and shake my head. "I love you, Mitch." I comment through laughter.

"Yeah, me too." He replies casually.

"Oh, you love me too?" I ask, flattered.

"No, I meant I love me too." He says and begins laughing. We all go into a laughing fit, except Alex, who is still asleep.

"Alright, get him off my table." I say in a serious tone. "I'm not joking." I raise an eyebrow and cross my arms.

"Oh shit." Mitch whispers, looking at Sean and Liam. I crack a smile, and Mitch knows I'm joking.

"No, but really, wake him up." I say, slouching in my chair a bit. I kick Alex under the table, and he jumps up.

"What the-"

"Morning, sunshine!" I smile, and he grumbles something. "You guys wanna go do something?" I ask, picking at pancake scraps that I didn't eat.

"Yeah!" Sean smiles. "Is there anything good to do?"

"We can go to the park!" Liam exclaims with a big smile.

"Let's go walk around the mall a bit." Alex mumbles, running a hand through his hair. Mitch somehow managed to get him to change into actual clothes, but his hair was a completly different story.

"Okay, mall it is." I say, clasping my hands. "I'm going to go shower, so make yourselves at home." I'm still in my pajamas. Green and blue plaid shorts and an extra large gray t-shirt. Sean decides to do the same.

I take a quick shower and scrunch my hair, then put on a purple shirt with the word 'Florida' on it and a picture of the state, and a pair of light jean skinny jeans. I grab my white converse and socks and walk into the front room. I put on my shoes, all the guys rushing my and telling me to hurry. I know they're joking.

"Your shirt is a little big, don't you think?" Mitch says, commenting on my over-sized shirt. I smirk and roll my eyes.

"It's called being comfortable." Liam says in a feminine tone of voice. I laugh and shake my head.

"Fine. I'll fix it." I groan. I grab the extra fabric and tie a ponytail around it. I tuck it under the shirt and turn around. "Happy?"

"Yes. Now it's not just hanging off of you." Mitch smirks. I roll my eyes again. "Do you see a brain back there or is it empty?"

"Shut up!" I laugh, punching his arm.

"Alright guys, let's go." Sean says, taking my keys off of the key rack. We all follow him to the car, and we head to the mall. Sean has no idea where he's even going, but he's trying.