Disclaimer: I do not own any characters.
Author's Note: Okay okay. So last chap sucked. I know.
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Groggily Madison turned her head slowly to her side and looked up at the clock. It read: 7: 02. And then to her other side where she saw the outside of her window. Ugh! The sun isn't even up! She moaning she tried to fall back to sleep, but couldn't. Finally giving up, she lazily go up, using all her body strength to get up and move the few steps to the bathroom.
With all her strength she opened her eyes to a woman with messy hair all over her face and her lips were dried. God! No one wonder Ephram didn't have dinner with me. Look at me! She gathered cold water in her two palms and splashed her face with a refreshing feeling. Water dripped to the side of face before she wiped it off it off with a towel.
Through her dreams, she somewhat convinced herself it wasn't his grandparents that made him not go. It was her. That possibly Ephram realized it wasn't worth to try being friends with her and didn't even bother trying. I can't think like that. And she'd shook her thoughts away.
When she about to get ready to make breakfast, a knock pounded through her ears like a drum. Who in the hell does this to people. She went to room to get a sweater before answering the door. Why knock quietly when you can wake everyone in the whole damn town up... From the little peep hole she looked, a familiar was behind the wall. Without hesitant she opened the door. "Ephram?"
Ephram held up a brown bag to her face, "We didn't get the dinner I hoped for. So I got you an early breakfast. Here."
So sweet...why?... She takes the bag and weighs it with her hand, "Do you want to come in. There seems like a lot of food." I invited him in... good idea?
"Okay, I wouldn't mind eating the food that I bought," he smiled.
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"I love Lucy."
"Classic. Lucy does the most stupid things and always gets away with it. We should learn to be like her."
"The stupid things? Or...the could it be the stupid things?"
"Well, she does do stupid things, yes. But under all that, she does it because she loves Ricky."
She laughed. "True. Though everything she does ends up pissing Ricky off."
"That's because he doesn't let her do the things she wants to do."
"You think if he did, nothing would've went wrong."
Ephram laughed. "No."
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"Angel."
"The show?"
"No, the angel of death who takes your soul away."
She ignores his comment, "The dashing vampire with a soul. And lives in L.A. Who doesn't love it?
"Dashing? You are old."
"I am--" Points are her face. "Do you see these wrinkles."
"Yeah I do." She hits him. "What? Was I suppose to lie?"
"Exactly."
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"Sandwich."
"The classic invention. Who would have thought putting food between two slices of bread makes the perfect... everything.
"Hah! Yes. The man was a genius. I wonder when he invented 'the sandwich'."
"Maybe during lunch time."
Ephram's stomach grumbles, "All this talk of food is making me hungry."
"We just finished eating pancakes... and eggs."
"Alright. I'll eat later, "he said. "Do you wanna have lunch with me? We already ate breakfast together. Might as well do lunch too."
She thought for a moment. "Well okay. But since you bought breakfast. I'll make lunch."
"That's good with me. As long as it won't be like my dad's cooking."
She laughed. "I'm sure it won't."
Breakfast and lunch. Slow down Madison.