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✨breakfast✨

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i woke up back in my bed, 'wilbur must've put me in here' i thought, smiling. i heard a clatter from the kitchen which disturbed my thinking , 'tf-' i thought till another loud bang was heard. confused, i lazily head out the door and towards the noise, the kitchen.

there stood stevie and ashlea with a bowl of, what i could only assume is egg. on one contour top, there was flour and cracked eggs, the other were bowls filled with who knows what.., and the floor? covered with pans, 'that must've been the reason of the noise.', i noted in my head.

they awkwardly smiled at me as they slowly place the bowl they where holding, just as i was about to ask them the reason for this mess, wilbur walked in holding a whisk, it appears he had entered from the.. cupboard? how could he even fit in there? i shrugged it off, as i began to question what happened.

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it turned out they had been trying to make breakfast, i sighed as i ordered a breakfast from (favourite breakfast place). as we waited for the food to come, me and wilbur prepared the table and got things like drinks etc out, while stevie and ashlea cleaned the mess they had made.

in no longer than a few minutes the doorbell rang, presuming it was the food wilbur offered to get it.
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??? pov:
i had only waited a few hours, my plan was already set..

i grabbed the two paper bags, stepping out my car. walking towards my ex's apartment, taking in the scenery. 'so this
is where you've been all these years, my love..' i smiled as i reached they're door. i breathed in preparing to see the beautiful face that belonged to my one and only.

i knocked on the door.., however who i saw next made me want to puke. there in front of me was this... 'man'. what was who doing with my sweet (y/n)? i got mad just looking at this guy, "here,' i grumbled, 'you've already paid online" i almost threw it in his face, i couldn't bare to look at the male in the eyes.
'he's probably tainted my sweet, sweet (y/n)'s heart.. my sweet, sweet (y/n)....'

"don't worry my (y/n)... i'll have you, hehe your all minee" i chuckled as i got into my car.