WILLOW'S POV
I woke to the smell of sizzling bacon. I felt around for Frank but couldn't find him. Slowly I opened my eyes and blinked around. No one else was in the room. Then I heard the buzz of voices in the kitchen and laughter. I rubbed my eyes, sat up and yawned. I bet I looked like complete and utter crap. I shuffled over to the mirror and sure enough, my hair was everywhere and the make-up from last night was splattered around my face.
"Great," I grumbled, and as quick as I could I darted to the bathroom to avoid people being subjected to my face. I reached the door and before I could touch the handle, the door opened.
"What a pretty little panda we are this morning!" Gee teased. His hair was ringing wet and he had a towel wrapped around his waist. The rest of him was bare. I caught my breath. He was…buff. Like, his stomach was toned, as was his chest. He had some serious definition. "Is panda too distracted to speak?" he chuckled, and I blushed. I tore my eyes away from his body and looked into his eyes.
"I look like the shits, so excuse me so I can go and fix it." Still giggling, he let me past and I shut the door. Why did I have to stare at him like that? I hung my head in embarrassment, and then got to fixing up my face. I cleaned off all the make-up, left the bathroom and picked up my dressing gown and slippers. When I entered the kitchen, the sight that met my eyes made me get choked up. All my friends were sitting around in the kitchen laughing and chatting; my mum was serving them breakfast and joining in their conversations, giggling. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have met such amazing people. Mikey spotted me standing there and waved me over.
"Morning sleepyhead," my mum said as she pecked my cheek. I sat down between Mikey and Frank and grabbed some bacon. Frank's nose wrinkled in disgust.
"What, you don't like bacon?" I asked, shocked. How could someone not like bacon?
"I'm a veggie." My jaw must have dropped and hit the table.
"You don't eat meat?" I managed. Meat was like my other half, my love. I was such a guy.
"Nope. Poor little piggy…" Frank sighed, looking at the bacon on my plate.
"You're such a freak, Iero," I teased.
"Hey!" he replied in a mock-upset tone. We all burst out laughing.
FRANK'S POV
I watched in repulsion as the others wolfed down their bacon and sausages. Poor, poor little piggies. Finally breakfast ended and we collapsed in the living room again. Jenny walked in and gasped. No wonder. Popcorn was EVERYWHERE. As were skittles, gummy bears and odd flecks of pizza. Blankets lay strewn across nearly every piece of furniture and tissues from the sobbing over Titanic were scattered all over the floor.
"Clean this mess up RIGHT NOW!" she ordered angrily. "This pigsty better be spotless when I get out of the shower or else you will NEVER have a sleepover here EVER again!" We all gulped as she left the room.
"Quick!" Willow cried, and we sped about picking up every bit of rubbish we could find. Mikey returned from the kitchen with a trash bag and we hurriedly cleared the floor. Willow produced a vacuum cleaner and handed it to Bob who whirled around sucking up odd little bits. Once the floor was clear, we rolled up al the blankets.
"I'm on my way down!" Jenny called from the top of the stairs. We all looked at each other and gasped. I literally threw the blankets at Gee who stuffed them into a neat pile and the place was done. Jenny reached the bottom of the stairs and inspected the entire room. We stood there nervously waiting for her verdict. She stopped in front of the stairs again. That was when I noticed it. A thick slice of pizza was stuck to the wall. Right beside where Jenny was standing. She hadn't spotted it yet.
"Well I guess this place is clean enough. Well done guys." She was about to turn, and if she did she'd see the pizza. I ran over to her and threw my arms around her. The guys must have thought I'd gone crazy. Jenny must have thought I'd gone crazy.
"Thank you so much for letting us stay over last night! And for breakfast this morning!" As I hugged her I ripped the pizza off of the wall and let her go. She looked at me shocked.
"Erm, ok Frank…" she said confused and walked into the kitchen. I sighed in relief. I turned to the others who stood wide-eyed and staring. I held up the pizza. Realisation struck them.
"Ahhh. That must've been me. I left it there for safe-keeping," Bob exclaimed.
"Ew."
GERARD'S POV
I flicked on the kettle, humming 'Our Lady Of Sorrows'. I loved that song. Mikey had obviously heard the switch because he came bouncing in.
"Coffee?" he asked, sniffing the air like a dog.
"Only just put it on. Geez Mikey, you're like attuned to the kettle aren't you?" He nodded impatiently and sat down at the kitchen table. The others were all in the living room. We were still at Willow's and it was 1pm. Not that I minded in the slightest. Beat the shit out of being stuck at home. I sat down with Mikey.
"You think it's gonna last?" Mikey whispered.
"What?" I said, whispering back.
"You know, Frank and Willow?" I sat back.
"I don't know. It happened fast, but they seem happy. They're not even dating yet though." Mikey smiled.
"You're a good friend to them Gee."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because I can see how much you like her. And your not acting jealous at all. You're being great." I smiled back at my little brother.
"Thanks Mikey. And is it that obvious that I like her?" He grinned.
"Not to everyone else. But to me, yes. It's because I'm your brother and I just…get you." I beamed back at him. The kettle finished boiling and Mikey jumped up to pour the coffee.
"You're such a great bro, do you know that?" I said, still smiling.
"Of course I did," he replied, winking at me. Then came a scream from the other room.
"OH MY GOD IT'S SNOWING!"
