AN: This chapter is trying to set the whole story for Syl's relationship
with Krit and a bit with Zack. The actual plot line will come in the next
few chapters. And for those who emailed me asking if this was a Syl/Zack
fic, no. They are very brotherly/sisterly. Defineately more Syl/Krit,
Syl/Zane. Let me know what you'd prefer cause I'm all up in the air about
how this will end. Expect around 8 chapters.
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I woke up on the couch the next morning, sun streaming onto my face. I stood up and surveyed my surroundings – everyone else was eating.
"Wow, it's Sleeping Beauty!" Krit joked, bringing out a large plate of food.
I stuck my tongue out at Krit and glanced at the food Krit had dumped on the table. "Um, who made breakfast?"
"Krit did," Jondy said, as everyone began serving themselves. "Why?"
I smothered a snigger. "No reason." I sat down. Krit had made waffles, scrambled eggs and porridge. While I was starving and all (and hating myself for it) I wouldn't touch Krit's food with a ten foot pole. I picked up a piece of toast.
I watched them all lift the first mouthfuls of porridge and rolled my eyes at Krit; who had also opted for toast.
I picked up a waffle and sliced through it – the uncooked mixture in the middle oozed out. Krit put a spoonful of eggs and porridge on his plate.
"Well, this is…nice, Krit," Tinga said, making a face as she swallowed her porridge.
I giggled and spread my waffle with butter and maple syrup. Krit mixed his eggs and porridge into a gross looking gluey mixture.
"This is truly revolting, Krit," Zack said, pushing his plate away.
"Truly," Logan grimaced.
Max and Jondy began laughing as Krit took a huge spoonful of his egg and porridge combination. I squashed the waffle, the uncooked waffle ooze and buttery syrup with my fork as Krit aim his spoon and the mixture went sailing through and landed on the right side of my head, dribbling down my hair.
Everyone looked at Krit, shocked. I glared at him and pulled a hunk of waffle of and threw it at him. It landed on target; right on his face, dribbling down. The rest of my waffle I threw at Zack.
Silence filled the room when I did that; no one else would ever do that to Zack – he's too dominating. He's their CO.
He picked up the big bowl of lumpy, grey porridge and threw it at me. Considering I was second to his left, it hit my chest and the porridge splashed down my shirt and up my face. Full on food fight.
The honey went sailing and coated all of us in sticky-ness. I tipped the syrup on Maxie's head and the scrambled eggs (which were all runny) were covering Logan and Tinga.
I found refuge under the table with some porridge I'd managed to scrape off my clothes. Jondy's face appeared beside me, armed with the butter, and I threw a handful of it at her.
Soon, we were all covered in the breakfast. My tank top and bra were making squishy noises because Zane had poured the milk down my shirt after I threw sugar on his honey-coated hair. But Max got the bathroom first. Typical, I say.
It was two hours before Krit and I had a turn at the shower – but the ensuite had run out of hot water and dry towels.
I managed to angle the actual shower, trying so hard to fix up my hair. But half way through, Krit dove in, locking the door in panic.
"Krit!" I yelled, hoping to god that the steam from the shower covered my 'assets'.
"Syl!" he span around. "Um…Jondy and Tinga…threatening…me help them clean up the kitchen…said I had to take a shower…"
"Krit," I said impatiently. "If you are going to make up a stuttering excuse like that one, try and look at my face not my…"
"I get you, Syl."
"Good. Now, you can use the sink while I finish my shower," I sighed, pouring shampoo over my head and relaxing.
When I finally did turn off the taps and wrap myself in a towel and stepped out, Krit was stripped to the waist, trying to wash his hair in the sink. I giggled and he turned around. "What's so funny?"
"You trying to wash your hair – you keep missing the worst bit," I said. "Hop in the shower and I'll wash it for you, silly boy."
Krit gazed at me – or rather, my towel clad body for awhile before he answered. "Syl, trust me, if I get in the shower with you, my hair won't be our focus." His eyes met mine.
As I'm sure you all guessed, Krit and I groped for a bit before my towel hit the bathroom floor.
*~*~*~*~*~*
I woke up on the couch the next morning, sun streaming onto my face. I stood up and surveyed my surroundings – everyone else was eating.
"Wow, it's Sleeping Beauty!" Krit joked, bringing out a large plate of food.
I stuck my tongue out at Krit and glanced at the food Krit had dumped on the table. "Um, who made breakfast?"
"Krit did," Jondy said, as everyone began serving themselves. "Why?"
I smothered a snigger. "No reason." I sat down. Krit had made waffles, scrambled eggs and porridge. While I was starving and all (and hating myself for it) I wouldn't touch Krit's food with a ten foot pole. I picked up a piece of toast.
I watched them all lift the first mouthfuls of porridge and rolled my eyes at Krit; who had also opted for toast.
I picked up a waffle and sliced through it – the uncooked mixture in the middle oozed out. Krit put a spoonful of eggs and porridge on his plate.
"Well, this is…nice, Krit," Tinga said, making a face as she swallowed her porridge.
I giggled and spread my waffle with butter and maple syrup. Krit mixed his eggs and porridge into a gross looking gluey mixture.
"This is truly revolting, Krit," Zack said, pushing his plate away.
"Truly," Logan grimaced.
Max and Jondy began laughing as Krit took a huge spoonful of his egg and porridge combination. I squashed the waffle, the uncooked waffle ooze and buttery syrup with my fork as Krit aim his spoon and the mixture went sailing through and landed on the right side of my head, dribbling down my hair.
Everyone looked at Krit, shocked. I glared at him and pulled a hunk of waffle of and threw it at him. It landed on target; right on his face, dribbling down. The rest of my waffle I threw at Zack.
Silence filled the room when I did that; no one else would ever do that to Zack – he's too dominating. He's their CO.
He picked up the big bowl of lumpy, grey porridge and threw it at me. Considering I was second to his left, it hit my chest and the porridge splashed down my shirt and up my face. Full on food fight.
The honey went sailing and coated all of us in sticky-ness. I tipped the syrup on Maxie's head and the scrambled eggs (which were all runny) were covering Logan and Tinga.
I found refuge under the table with some porridge I'd managed to scrape off my clothes. Jondy's face appeared beside me, armed with the butter, and I threw a handful of it at her.
Soon, we were all covered in the breakfast. My tank top and bra were making squishy noises because Zane had poured the milk down my shirt after I threw sugar on his honey-coated hair. But Max got the bathroom first. Typical, I say.
It was two hours before Krit and I had a turn at the shower – but the ensuite had run out of hot water and dry towels.
I managed to angle the actual shower, trying so hard to fix up my hair. But half way through, Krit dove in, locking the door in panic.
"Krit!" I yelled, hoping to god that the steam from the shower covered my 'assets'.
"Syl!" he span around. "Um…Jondy and Tinga…threatening…me help them clean up the kitchen…said I had to take a shower…"
"Krit," I said impatiently. "If you are going to make up a stuttering excuse like that one, try and look at my face not my…"
"I get you, Syl."
"Good. Now, you can use the sink while I finish my shower," I sighed, pouring shampoo over my head and relaxing.
When I finally did turn off the taps and wrap myself in a towel and stepped out, Krit was stripped to the waist, trying to wash his hair in the sink. I giggled and he turned around. "What's so funny?"
"You trying to wash your hair – you keep missing the worst bit," I said. "Hop in the shower and I'll wash it for you, silly boy."
Krit gazed at me – or rather, my towel clad body for awhile before he answered. "Syl, trust me, if I get in the shower with you, my hair won't be our focus." His eyes met mine.
As I'm sure you all guessed, Krit and I groped for a bit before my towel hit the bathroom floor.