Chapter 12. Meeting 'Her'
Pushing myself off the bed, I walk towards my closet and bring out my favorite blouse and a pair of tight jeans. Cheerfully, I get changed from my pajamas and comb my long blonde hair before heading outside my room.
What a wonderful day!
"Good Morning!" I greet the lads as I enter the living room and lean against the doorframe to examine their faces
"Good Morning," they reply wearily with a yawn
"That's very energetic of you, guys" I say sarcastically.
"We're just utterly tired these past few days" Kian replies, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm
"You seem cheerful today, eh? I suppose you had a good dream." Nicky stretches his arms and darts his eyes towards me
"Not really. I'm just happy because we're already back here in Ireland!" I clap my hands, immediately realizing that I look as though I were mentally-retarded.
Yes, we're already back here in Ireland and we're planning to have a small celebration later today for the success of our tour in Japan.
"You're weird." Mark smirks at me
"Nah, just feeling wonderful today" I scoff."So what do we have for breakfast?" I change the subject
"Oh yeah right, what do we have for breakfast, chef?" Bryan queries, turning his head to Shane
"Me?" Shane points to himself as if he was accused of murder. "Don't tell me I'm gonna cook us some breakfast?"
Luckily, Shane already got well yesterday before we came back here. Somehow I feel relieved and 'proud' that I had helped him get rid of his fever.
"C'mon, buddy, you're the best cook we have here" Bryan pleads
Shane makes a face but then he gives in "Fine! What do you want for breakfast?"
"Pizza!" Mark responds
"Seriously, Mark?" Nicky laughs, staring skeptically at Mark
"Irish breakfast will do. What do you guys think?" Kian asks for approval
"No way!" I protest. "That's very err...common and heavy, you know. What about porridge?"
"Oats, cereals...porridge, duh, it makes me feel ill" Nicky complains
"Pastries?" Bryan offers
"No way!" we all shout back
"Never!" I add
Seriously, we're arguing over a simple matter?
Shane motions us to settle down "What about something special? Something we don't usually have for breakfast?"
"Uh-huh" Nicky chimes in. "Roasted turkey?"
Shane throws a pillow at his bestfriend "You're absolutely insane, Nicky! It takes hours for a frozen turkey to thaw and another age to have it roasted"
"Just suggesting, ugh" Nicky groans
Then an idea pops up in my head. It's not a usual dish for breakfast but it's indeed special and uhmm, yeah, special.
"Eggs Benedict!" I beam
"Eggs Benedict?" they repeat
"Yep. Eggs Benedict!"
Looking unconvinced, Shane shakes his head weakly and says, "It can't be; it needs a lot of orchestration"
"But you said our breakfast had to be special!" Nicky points out
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