Addicted

Chapter 6.

When I woke up Saturday morning, I felt as if I had been kicked by a truck. Starting work every night at six and finishing at two in the morning really took the energy out of me. I could hear talking and small humming of voices in the kitchen and went out to see who was there. All three boys stood in the kitchen and began clapping and cheering as soon as I walked into the kitchen.

"You owe me ten dollars," Emmett said to Zac, sipping his coffee and leaning against the counter.

"Why does he owe you ten dollars?" I asked, walking straight to the coffee machine.

"It's past ten," Zac said, sipping his own coffee.

I looked at Emmett with confusion on my face.

"We bet when you would wake up," Emmett laughed, responding to my unanswered question. "I bet you would wake up past ten," he continued.

"I bet you couldn't wake up until past twelve," Zac added.

"I didn't bet at all," Burney said with his hands up in the air as if he was about to be arrested.

"What time is it?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Fifteen minutes past," Zac said and then laughed. "I like what you're wearing."

I looked down at my bare legs and realised that I forgot to put on my track pants before leaving my bedroom. I stood in the kitchen, making my coffee in only a loose t-shirt and underwear.

"More like, I like what you're not wearing," He laughed, smiling around his mug.

"Oh, shut up," I smiled and could feel my chest and neck heat up.

"Are you working tonight as well?" Burney asked.

"Yes."

I talked about working last night with the boys as we drank out coffee, leaning on the counter.

"I need a shower," I said, taking my coffee into the bathroom with me as I quickly showered.

Once I was finished my shower I got changed quickly into a clean shirt and track pants and went into the living room to see Zac watching TV.

"What are you watching?" I asked and sat down next to him on the couch.

"Some animal documentary," Zac said, his eyes remained on the screen.

"Looks good," I smiled.

I watched Zac's hand, as he changed the channel.

"Tell me about yourself?" I asked after a moment of silence.

"Like what?" he asked, chuckling.

"I don't know," I said, smiling.

"Where should I start?" he asked with a goofy smile on his face.

"What is your favourite colour?" I shrugged, making his head turn back on the back of the couch and laugh.

After a moment he answered. "Green," he looked at me and paused. "Or maybe a dark gold."

I looked away and he laughed a mocking kind of laugh.

"What's your favourite colour?" he asked.

"Orange," I said without hesitation.

He huffed and looked away back at the TV

"Any siblings?" I asked, trying to keep him talking.

"An older brother," He said. "Older brother and a lot of cousins," he smiled a soft smile, as if he was remembering them fondly. "And you?"

"Three brothers. An older and two younger brothers," I said. After a moment of watching whatever channel Zac landed on. We sat in silence and I got up to get ready to eat and get ready for work.