Memory

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Le flashback

That morning you were greeted by the smell of something not dead.

It was pleasant, and warm, something that resembled the smell of a bakery.

You turned over, sightly ruffling the blankets in the process. The space besides you was empty, and at this, you frowned. Your lover/boyfriend/husband figure/Levi usually stayed in bed with you till you woke up. No matter how late you slept in. But today, he was no where to be found.

Common sense told you he was in the kitchen. Judging from the smell and the lack of flames poking through beneath the door. (Isabel and Farlan had set the kitchen ablaze on more than one occasion while trying to cook)

You looked around the room once more, wondering if Levi was just lurking in the corner somewhere, since that had also happened on more than one occasion

It was then that you noticed the painful sharp feeling in the back of your throat every time you swallowed, and the lack of oxygen that hadn't been making its way into your lungs. You sniffled slightly realizing your nose was to stuffed up to breathe, just as an involuntary shiver rolled its way up your spine.

You squinted, tried to swallow again, flinched, and let loose a loud sneeze.

Fuck.. Im sick

You looked up at the closed door, expecting either Levi or Isabel to come sprinting into the room at the sound of your sneeze, since it was pretty damn loud. When no one came you sighed and grabbed the blanket from off the bed and tightly wrapped it around your shoulders. Your shirt was already partly soaked in a cold sweat.

You shuffled out of bed, careful not to make a sound, and made your way over to the bedroom door. Sniffling slightly you put your ear against the wood and listened.

At first, you didn't hear anything, but you waited for a bit and at last, a pouty female voice spoke

"Leevi its nooooon" Almost squealed Isabel.

Farlans voice was next. "Hush Isabel, you'll wake (F/n)"

"Shouldn't she be awake though?! You guys never let me sleep in this late!"

"Isabel, quiet! Whisper if you want to talk!" Farlans voice sounded almost urgent, you figured the taller male could feel Levis patience wearing thin.

There was silence for a while, and you heard the rummaging of items and the shuffling of feet. Levis voice suddenly spoke, the hushed tone made you have to strain your ears to hear.

"Do either of you want to lick the spoon?"

Frantic feet shuffling was heard, and a sudden loud clattering that had you reach for the door knob, following the clattering was a very loud CLANG! which brought you to swing the door open. You shuffled away from the bedroom just as a sharp yelp was emitted from one of the three.

When you stepped into the kitchen, clad in your pajamas and the thick blanket around your shoulders, the sight before you should've been able to cure your sickness.

On the floor was a shocked Levi, on his lap was a dazed Farlan who probably banged his head against the cupboards. Sprawled out on top of Farlan was a proud looking Isabel, whose limbs were looped somewhere between the two below her.

In one of Isabels hands was a large spoon covered in chocolate mixture, which was already half mixed, on the floor besides Isabel was a turned over bowl that had once held the mixture, (thankfully its contents had been emptied into a baking dish that's was, and still is, on the counter). Specks of the chocolate from both the spoon and the bowl had found its way on the cheeks, foreheads, hands, and arms, of the trio on the floor.