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chapter | 47

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L U D I C R O U S
[ chapter 47 • an adventure ]
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"WAKEY, WAKEY."

With my eyes peacefully shut against the silk pillowcase, I extend my non-casted handout, shoving the face of the person, whose hot breath I could feel on my cheek. The voice was too chirpy and full of life — it was fucking obnoxious.

Something brushed against my cheek, making me stir in my sleep, tightening the comforter around my body. "Are you staying? If not go away, Kio, now," I grumble, burying my face further into the pillow.

"Nah, we're going on an adventure."

"Count me the fuck out," I seethe out. "My sleep is way more important."

"I'll just get Catina. She already has a bucket filled with water."

A loud groan leaves my lips, the sound getting muffled from the pillow. Slowly lifting my head off the pillow, I push my hair away from my face, blinking away my blurry eyesight before staring blankly at Kio. "What time is it?" I croak out.

"10 am."

My eyes widen and a scowl twists onto my face. "You woke me up at 10 in the damn morning," I breathe out in disbelief.

He shrugs. "We're going on an adventure."

"But, it's 10 in the morning, " I whine out, flopping back into the pillow. "Fuck the adventure. Just until at least 3," I mutter, pulling the covers over my head.

"But Harry Styles is downstairs."

A grunt leaves my lips and I mumble back unconsciously, stirring back into my slumber of sleep.

"I got you food. It's downstairs."

Tiredly I push my body up, the comforter falling down my body as I sat up, crisscrossing my legs. I rub my eyes before blinking away the tiredness and slightly blurry vision. "There's food?"

He nods, crossing his arms over his chest. "Yeah, better hurry before your siblings take everything."

"How did you get into my house?" I question, moving to the edge of my bed.

"Your dad let me in," Kio speaks, eyes flickering to the open door. "He keeps walking back and forth in front of your door while sipping his coffee. It's kinda creepy, and if looks could kill, I'll be dead."

I glance over at my door, catching sight of my father, who was walking back and forth in front of my door, eyes trained on us as he sipped his coffee. "Papi, seriously?"

"I had to get something from my room." He feigns a look of innocence, stopping in front of my door and holding his cup of coffee in the air. "But I want this door open. Ningún negocio divertido." (no funny business). He gestures between us.