"Elle, why haven't you answered any of my calls all this weekend. I smiled and answered without checking the caller I.D. "Gay." My brother yelled, and was immediately slapped with my fathers newspaper. I've seen the path that your eyes wander down Yes there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you 'I think that possibly, maybe I've fallen for you Just as I was about to dive into my first bite, my ringtone went off in my chest. Giving her a peck on the cheek, I stole the syrup that was in front of her and walked over to my plate with a smile plastered on my face. "Hey honey, I put your plate to the side over there." She pointed to a plate with a large stack on pancakes piled up. Probably still hurting from the long lecture mother gave him on Friday, and Saturday. My mother smiled, father grunted, and my brother groaned. "Good morning beautiful family." I cheered happily, skipping into the kitchen. Daniel was trying to concentrate on him homework while chewing his food. Perfect.Ĭoming down, I could see the death glare my mother was giving Daniel, as my father simply read the newspaper. Have I told you guys that I love pancakes?Īlso, have I told you guys that Danny and Elena got caught for going to that party on Friday? Haha, my mother told me that they decided to go to the beach and walk around for awhile than boom! They caught Elena dancing with Danny with beers in their hands.Īnd now their both grounded for a month. Slipping on some socks, I rushed downstairs being hit with the smell of bacon and pancakes. Most of them were from Luke, and the most recent one was from my mother just a couple of minutes ago saything that breakfast was ready. Honestly, who talks to anyone on a Sunday people? It's flippin' Sunday. Walking back over to my night stand, I picked up my phone and checked it again. I tend to do that a lot, seeing that it was its Sunday and I know of no one who wakes up around 6 in the morning. Talking about boyfriend, I remember getting a text from him earlier this morning that I ignored to go back to sleep on. But I had a boyfriend, that I've been forgetting about for a while. Any girl in my position would have screamed and yelled for how gorgeous he looked. Right there, my perisional view, was a partially dressed, and what looked like lip syncing Dean Corvales. Listening to the birds sing their chirping tones, seeing the son hover over the trees that stood a couple of feet away from my house, seeing your bad boy neighbor wash their families cars with his shirt off. It became my own sunday traditions, and I did it for a while. I do this often, and for some reason, I never understood why. Waking up, the first thing I do is look out my window. Plus, she makes additional for them also. And by big, I mean she makes enough to give out to the homeless shelter after were done. For one, my mother takes this time to cook a really big breakfast.
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