Hungry-
Wade was nearly asleep on the couch. For once in the house, it was actually quiet. The british superstar's eyes were just slipping shut into a hazy bliss when there was a loud crash followed closely by irritated curses.
His heart racing at the sudden ruckus, he sat up halfway and peered over the edge of the couch toward the door separating the living room from the kitchen. The door swung open and Mikey stepped through, grumbling to herself. Wade rubbed his eyes.
"Mikey?" He grumbled, "It's 1 in the morning; what were you doing in the kitchen?"
The writer just continued to curse under her breath as she continued on; irritably brushing a hand through her hair.
"I sure as hell wasn't about to fight the damn cabinet for my freaking brownie mix..." She spat, her feet starting to slam raucously against the floorboards as she ascended the stairs.
Wade stared after her for a second before nodding an okay, and falling back down to his comfy sofa for a rest.