Royally Falling

~ 06 ~

"You're insecure
Don't know what for
You're turning heads when you walk through the door
Don't need make-up to cover up
Being the way that you are is enough"
What Makes You Beautiful - One Direction

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I wake up around 8 o'clock the next morning as I hear arguing in the kitchen. Carefully rubbing my eyes, I climb out of bed and slip on my robe. I walk towards the kitchen to see what the commotion is.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I hear Marc whisper not so quietly as I near the kitchen, "You're supposed to scramble the eggs, not let them sit there and burn in the pan!"

"Well, sorry. I thought scrambled referred to mixing the eggs in the bowl! How was I supposed to know?" Blair huffs.

I walk in the room and see Marc waving a forkful of charred eggs in Blair's face. She reaches out to grab them and stuffs them down his shirt, starting a mini food fight. Why are they making such a mess when I have a class in an hour?

I awkwardly cough to get their attention. They both freeze.

"Hey. Don't mind me. You can continue with your food fight for all I care," I tease.

They promptly resume their fight. I sit back and observe as Marc whacks Blair with a spatula. She frantically grabs a raw egg from the countertop and throws it at him. The egg cracks and explodes in the center of Marc's face. He slowly wipes it off with his free hand. Suddenly, he throws an egg at Blair and she screeches as it cracks on her eyes. I grab a banana and go walk to the spare room to see if Grace is still here.

Knocking on the guest room door, I elicit no response, so I enter. Grace is still passed out. I gently shake her awake and she sleepily groans.

"Good morning," I say softly.

She groans and rubs her sunken eyes. "Ugh, I have the worst hangover," she whines.

"I bet you do," I laugh. "Let's go get you something to eat."

When we get to the messy kitchen, I open a cabinet to get a glass of water for Grace. I also pop two pieces of bread in the toaster for her. Blair and Marc are nowhere to be seen, but their mess is still here. I begin cleaning the skillet with charred eggs in the sink.

"How did I get here?" She asks, just realizing she isn't in her apartment.

"You forgot your keys and were super drunk last night. We thought it was best to let you stay here." I say, scrubbing the skillet.

"Oh, thanks for that," she graciously replies. "What happened in here?" she asks, waving her arm around.

"Oh, you know, just an average Thursday morning food fight between Marc and Blair," I say dryly.

"You have a nice place, by the way. I've wanted to see the inside of the penthouse since I moved in here."

"Thanks. I think it's a little too extravagant for a college apartment, but my parents insisted on it."

"I know how you feel," she replies with an eye roll. "I would much rather stay in the dorms, but my father wanted to rent me an apartment instead."

The toaster dings and I reach for a plate to place the toast on. I hand the plate to her.

When Grace finishes eating, I lead her into my room so she can borrow some clean clothes. I sort through my closet to give her a Nike hoodie and a pair of leggings.

"We seem to be about the same size, so these should fit." I hand the clothes to her.

She accepts them and goes into my bathroom to get changed. I hastily scramble around my room to hide some of the pictures I have displayed. I can't have her seeing pictures of me with a tiara and princess gowns on. I quickly shove all of the picture frames under my bed and go back into the closet to pick out my outfit. Once I get changed, I sit down at my vanity to do some makeup and quickly straighten my hair.