Closer ~ sketch fanfic completed

Chapter 3 - Waffles

Giggling. Never good. I slowly and secretly opened one eye. I saw Ava and the guys holding a can of shaving cream. Oh hell no. I felt the weird, foamy substance in my hand. I mentally smiled and saw Brayden tickle my neck, too bad for him he's in slapping range. I slowly raised my hand pretending to 'scratch' the spot he tickled me but, instead woke up and slapped him in the face.

"Hey! I thought you were sleeping!" He whined. I chortled and wiped the remaining foam on Ava.

"Awe, come on!" She whined too. I rolled my eyes standing up.

"I'm getting changed. Don't do anything stupid or I'll drop kick y'all to China." I threatened getting up and going to my room.

I got changed into a plain white crop top and some overalls. I threw my hair up into a pony tail and put my Adidas runners on. I skipped downstairs, getting a head start on breakfast. I hummed a lil' so while making waffles.

"Uh, hey. What's for breakfast?" I turned and saw an awkward Elijah leaning on the door frame.

"Waffles." I said nonchalantly. I didn't know why but I felt my cheeks redden.

I know, I know, your thinking I like Elijah. But, no. I'm just red because... I'm annoyed. Ya, annoyed... oh bugger off stop pestering me.

"Ok." He walked out, just leaving me in the kitchen alone. I sighed and spun over to the radio.

I listened intently and growled, "Nothin good. Hm, how bout... nah." I shook my head. No one likes Hamilton as much as me... Sub's already said I need help how much I'm obsessed with it. Oh well.

I turned up the radio listening to rap, and hip hop. Y'know the normal y/n Extabyte type of music.

I finished the waffles and set up the table. While I did so I thought about my writing. It's going partially good, but I have no inspiration! My old high school English teacher keeps emailing and asking me if I've worked on a story. I've told her to hold her horses and I'll email her as soon as I finish. But, unfortunately... I haven't started.

"I smell food!" I chuckled at the sound of Alex and Denis scurrying to the kitchen, along with the others trailing behind.

"Wait!" Y/n, did you make these from scratch?" Sub asked looking at me warily.

"Yes I did."

"Don't!" Sub smacked the waffles off Braden's fork "y/n can't cook."

I laughed and shook my head. "Your too gullible." Sub glared at me turning red and sat down.

We all started eating and just talked. The guys talked about how their YouTube career was going and I talked about my writing career.

"-My old high school teacher said I have passion. A strong one. Although, I just write for fun. But, my teacher says I should focus more on writing." I sighed. "Hell, I could be the next Alexander Hamilton! Well, except for the fact that I'm female and hopefully won't die in a duel..." Everyone laughed and we finished eating.

I've grown quite fond with the guys. All except Elijah. Hey, don't judge, I can hold a grudge for almost two years! Just ask Sub. He saw me do it.

Honestly there is a little part of me who is forgiving him. And his cute lil' dorky smile. Hold up. Oh f*ck no. I said nothing.

I headed up to my room as everyone left. I said my goodbyes to Ava and slammed my door shut. I took a deep breath and sighed heavily.

"I hate people, da da dat daaa." I mumbled, crawling into my cozy bed.

Why is life confusing?