Breakfast
I woke up to the smell of bacon frying and eggs cooking. I crept downstairs slowly, drawn by the breakfast scents, trying not to feel like an intruder. I had arrived very early in the morning and had yet to meet any of my new housemates.
I arrived at the kitchen and leaned against the door jam to watch them interact.
A little blonde girl was setting the table under the close watch of a hulking, green-eyed guy, who suddenly reached up his hand and snatched an apple from the air. Whoa. I blinked and saw a smiling blond Asian boy turning back to his bacon, softly humming out of tune.
The large one took a big bit out of it before offering it to the blond, who took it with a soft smile in his direction. Big, mean looking muscle man shot her a wink and his whole body seemed to hum with pleasure. He snatched a piece of bacon from the pan, ignoring the cute Asians protest and smack on his hand. "Drop it, Derek!"
Derek ate it in one bite instead, causing him to chuckle.
The little blond shot Derek a smile as she gathered the stack of plates and approached the stove, carefully serving a different amount of food onto each one. The green plate was piled high, loaded with bacon and pancakes and hash browns, the red plate had fruit and one fried egg, the yellow plate had bacon, eggs and pancakes and the blue plate had hash browns, fruit and one pancake.
I was suddenly shoved out of the way by a girl with black hair. She was pretty, but in a really mean girls way. She didn't apologize as I steadied myself. She stumbled behind the blond boy who pushed a cup of black coffee into her hand without looking. "Don't talk until you drink this." He ordered, ducking as she smacked him around his head.
Before I knew it they were all sitting around the table preparing to eat, laughing and talking quietly with each other. Even the black haired girl was starting to look less pissed off as she poured her second cup of coffee and kicked Derek under the table.
"Hi!" the blond boy said, suddenly seeing me. He was even cuter when you looked him in the eye.
I smiled back. "Hi, I'm Charlotte."
"How long have you been standing there?" he asked, making room so I could sit. The little blond handed me a plate and Derek glared.
"Ten minutes," he grumbled, still eyeing me. I shifted uncomfortably at his glare.
"Ignore Derek." The blond shot a glare at the bigger boy before turning back to me, charming smile in place. "I'm Simon, that's Tori-" he gestured to the girl with black hair, who slapped at his hand, "and that's Chloe." The little blonde girl smiled at me shyly.
Simon pulled the free chair closer to his side. "Welcome to the safe house."