As i went upstairs my mom came out of the room.
"Why are you up?" she asked me, rubbing her eyes.
"The munchies." I lied, rubbing my stomatch.
"Oh, what'd you eat?" She asked.
"Nothing, I was going to but nothing caught my attention." I lied again.
"Okay, well I'm going to make breakfast." She replied.
"Breakfast? What time is it?" I asked.
"Hmm, about 6:30 AM." She answered, making her way down stairs.
"Oh." I followed after her.
"You want to help make breakfast?" She asked me.
"Sure." There was no way I was going back to sleep.
"Lets surprise your dad." She said smiling.
I smiled back proud of my mom.
"Yeah, he'd like that." I said nodding.
I sat down in one of the kitchen chairs as my mom got all of the supplies out.
"Olive, honey. That isn't helping." She told me, giggling.
"Yeah, I know." I said getting up.
"Okay, what do you want to cook?" She asked me.
"Hmm, I'll cook the eggs." I decided.
"Okay, they are in the fridge bottom drawer."
"Okay thanks mom." I said, thanking her.
I got in the drawer and pulled out the eggs
30 minutes later, the breakfast is done, and Olives dad came downstairs to a full plate.
"Wow, thanks both of you." He thanked us, hugging us.
"Your welcome dad." I told him.
"Your welcome honey." My mom said after me.
"You girls are wonderful." He said again.
"It was moms idea, i just volunteered to help." I confessed.
"Its still the most specialest thing anyone has done for me."
"Really?" I asked.
"Really." He replied.
"Well, eat up guys, don't want it to get cold." My mom finally spoked.
"Yeah, we probably don't want cold eggs and bacon." I said smiling.
"Mhm!." Was my reaction when i took a bite of the eggs
"Are they good?" She asked me
"Pardon of me answering a question that wasn't asked to me but yes they are." My dad answered.
I escused myself and went up stairs and got in the shower.
The outfit will be linked on another chapter.
"Honey, we're going to grandma's put your shoes on!" My mom yelled.
"Coming mom!" I yelled back, putting on my moccasins.
"Okay, you know how grandma is, so go put on a sweater with that tanktop." My dad told me.
"Fine." I morned, running upstairs to get a sweater.
As soon as I grabbed the sweater I ran downstairs.
"Is this better?" I asked.
"Yes, its better then being a hoochiemama." He said.
"Oh please, that tank top wasn't even tight." I laughed.
"Yes, but to grandma everyone's clothes are tight." He replied.
"True, so are we the only ones going to be there?" I asked?
"No, a couple of her friends are going to be there."
"I know what my dad calls "A couple" Its going to be a bunch." I said to
Its a new year, 2012.
Had to skip cuz' i waited too long ;/
BAI LOVE YEW :A