A/N: Hey everybody! I didn't disappear! I'm still here! I'm sorry that I haven't updated in AGES, but I've been so busy with Christmas and New Years' and all that! I hope that everyone had an AWESOME Christmas and a Happy New Year! I did! I'd also just like to thank everyone who has reviewed, favourited and/or followed this story! I know that there are a couple of you that have also favourited/followed my other stories, too! So thanks heaps! You guys are awesome!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers, Cecile or WOGA.

Chapter 7: Waffles

Nevaeh woke up on Monday morning to the sound of pop music blaring down the hall. She tiredly rubbed her eyes and pushed her doona back, before standing and walking off down the hall.

When she made it to the living room, where she had gotten to know her roommates over the uneventful day that was Sunday, she found the source of the racket. It seemed that she wasn't the only one to be woken up by the noise.

"Jacob Ryan West! Turn that blasted music down before I come down there and do it myself!" Grace screamed from the edge of the hallway across the room. Jake smirked.

"Whatcha gonna do? Punch me? Ha! I'd like to see that!" Grace growled at Jake before stalking back to her room, slamming the door behind her.

Jake hadn't seen Nevaeh standing there yet; his back was facing her. Nevaeh, having plenty of experience with sneaking around before when she escaped from those orphanages, stealthily crept up and ducked behind the couch as he turned around.

She could see under the couch that he sat down just in front of her. She crawled along the beige carpet towards the boom box that was sitting on the table next to the couch. All she had to do was reach around and press the 'off' button without Jake seeing her, and then she would make a beeline for the kitchen.

She crawled up to sit beside the small side table and reached out to turn the music off, when she glanced up and locked eyes with Jake, who was wearing a goofy grin.

"You really thought that you could get past me?" he asked, still grinning down at her.

Nevaeh did the only thing that she felt was suitable at that moment. She poked her tongue out at him like a petulant child and turned the music down instead of off. She then rose from her spot on the floor and walked to the kitchen, Jake following after her.

Sitting around the table in the kitchen was Riley, Maddy, Chelsea, Travis, Hannah and Harry. They were all scarfing down freshly-made waffles. Jake plopped down in the chair beside Harry and picked up the huge tub of ice-cream, drowning his poor waffle in the large scoops that he served himself. He then noticed that Nevaeh was frozen in the doorway and turned to look at her.

"Come sit! There's enough for two each, and you can have any topping you want!" Jake exclaimed as he patted the seat next to him. Nevaeh reluctantly walked over to the seat and sat down. After a second, she began to serve herself a waffle with custard and blueberries on top.

"So, you ready for your first training session at WOGA, Nevaeh?" Hannah asked curiously from across the table, just as Jake took a huge squelchy bite out of his waffle, splattering ice-cream all over the table.

"Hey!" Nevaeh yelled, wiping the mess off of her pyjama shirt and onto the side of his face. He frowned at her, and she smirked back at him.

Grace entered the room then, seemingly half asleep, and stumbled over to take the last spot next to Travis. He got her breakfast ready for her, setting the waffle down in front of her and kissing her cheek.

"Morning, Gracie."

"Aw!" Chelsea and Maddy chorused, both earning a look from their siblings.

Nevaeh looked at Hannah. "Sorry, Hannah. Yes, I guess I'm ready for training. But I haven't done a gymnastics class since I was eleven, so don't be mean."

"Never," Hannah replied honestly, an assuring look in her eyes. Nevaeh felt that she was unexpectedly starting to warm up to her housemates already.

After breakfast, Nevaeh had homeschooling in the living room with everyone apart from Jake, who stuck around anyway to be annoying, in particular, to Nevaeh. Apparently he had taken a liking to her, because Riley said that he always annoyed the people that he was friends with.

The afternoon came around quite fast, and before she knew it, Nevaeh was in her room, pulling on a shiny gold, silver and black leotard and velvet gym shorts with her name written on the back in diamonds. She was given a whole heap of gymnastics stuff yesterday by one of her other coaches, Cecile, who had dropped in to say hi. Nevaeh thought that Cecile would definitely be the nicest coach she had ever had, and she'd only just met her.

Nevaeh grabbed her Galaxy SIII and her gym bag and headed out the door with the others, texting Natasha on her way. She had starting making a habit of texting Natasha at least twice a day, since the pregnant woman had nothing else to do apart from a couple of interrogations and writing a small amount of reports.

Hi Natasha. How are you? Is this what it feels like to make real friends? Can you explain it to me? I'm going to my first training session now. I'll talk to you later.

~ Nevaeh

Finally got this uploaded! Yay! Now, does anyone have any ideas on where they want this story to go? Or anything that you want to happen? Because I'll try to use all of your ideas! Please review!

And a doona is what we Aussies call a duvet, just incase anyone's wondering!

It's dinner time now! Revenger Tigger out! :)