Cloak & Dagger *what if*

Part 1 (only part)

What is that smell?

The first thought that runs through my head when I'm just about waking up. It smells like...muffins?

I hesitantly open my eyes to a big window with sunlight dancing all over what is visible to the eye of the room. I like this new room, it's bright, every wall white and beige, I feel like a can breathe. The sunlight feels warm and hugging but it stings my eyes.

I grunt and roll over, closing my eyes, but opening them again when I feel the side of my bed empty.

Of course.

I roll to my back with one last grunt. I hate waking up alone. I hate being alone, always, it's the feeling I loathe the most because it makes me feel like I can't feel anything at all. It gets so lonely even my emotions leave me and I'm nothing but a bag of bones.

I try to get up first with my elbows first, snapping out of my thoughts. It's okay, I just need to stop thinking about that. I rather think about that amazing smell. Could it be one of the neighbors cooking? I begin to remove the blankets off of my legs and put one leg after the other off the bed. My legs are skinnier than they used to. Less athletic.

I sigh but continue to stand up yawning my way to the kitchen. I love the big house but sometimes I think it's too big.

I love all the space more than I hate it though, I will say that. I stop at the biggest window in the house that points directly to the garden. I think the garden is even bigger than the house itself. I love it.

My cheeks ache and I finally notice how big I'm smiling. I've always dreamed of having a big garden. So big I can plant every single kind of flower or vegetable my mind can think of.
I'm snapped out of it with a small buzz of my phone. I reach for one of the pockets of the night dress I have on and reach for my phone. I see the black screen first and my reflection in it. I look tired. My eyes have dark bags under them which makes them look a little brighter like I've been crying. My lips are swollen and to be honest so is the rest of my face. My hair is a complete mess of a bun, dark strings all over my face, some sticking with what I presume is drool.

Ew.

I've been having some nightmares. I keep seeing that night. The night that changed everything, the night my life became another. I sigh and push the thoughts away, I have enough nightmares I don't want to also think about it while I'm awake. I finally turned on the phone to see who texted me.
It's Zack, I smile at his text.

'HI MAEVE, sorry caps, I know you hate them, anywayssss Rowan and I are throwing a little party for Sammy, and she wants her favorite people here sooooo COME PLEASE AND BRING FOOD!!! It's at 2:00pm Saturday!! Ps. Pls convince Bruno, he doesn't want to come :///'

I laugh at the little ps note, of course Bruno doesn't want to go, last time Sammy threw him into the pool fully clothed and with his new phone in his pocket. I guess Sammy might be adopted but still the same as his dad, Zack.

I chuckle and continue my way to the kitchen getting closer and closer to it. It's definitely something cooking here. I tippy toe to the kitchen, oh god I didn't really think of it, I didn't cook these muffins, and there's no one else in the house that could cook these muffins. I hide behind the wall that is straight up connected with the kitchen. I count to five in my mind and then will take a peek. 1...2....3....

"I can see your little hand sticking out, Contacts."
My eyes widen. My breath catches and my hand flies to my mouth.

Slater.

I don't even notice the moment I stuck my head out to prove what my ears heard. Is he really here?

It doesn't take me two seconds to prove myself.
Slater is standing in front of the fridge one hand casually in his pocket and the other with a glass of chocolate milk. Smiling so proudly at me, I eye the plates on the table. It was pancakes... of course.