Halo Of Fire: An Angel In Trouble

Breakfast

In the morning, I woke up with a raging headache and a vague memory of what had happened that previous evening. I was tucked in and as I came to more clearly I realized there was a warm body next to me, breathing placidly.

I turned around to find Ophelia's dark hair splayed out across the pillow, now tickling my face. I watched her as she slept and wondered what happened to Cecily and Tyler and Jordan. I remembered the blond girl and I smiled at the thought of my friend finding someone they liked. Then the memory of Cecily and Tyler kissing flooded my senses and I bolted upright, immediately regretting the action because my stomach churned unhappily and I saw double for a couple of seconds.

I HAD to know what happened but I also knew I didn't want to walk into anything so I decided to go to the kitchen and make breakfast, like the nosy guest I was. As I made my way down the hallway to the stairs my stomach did another unhappy flip and I had to run to the bathroom.

As I was spilling my guts in the toilet, holding my own hair back to prevent it from touching the water, the memory of Damian in the doorway came back to me vividly. I felt heat rise up my neck and cheeks. I rinsed my mouth and face and then searched the guest bathroom for extra toothbrushes which I found, in plain sight, in a wicker basket on top of the toilet tank.

As I brushed vigorously, I finally saw myself in the mirror and spooked myself out. My hair was in disarray shooting out in every possible direction, taking different angles and sticking out like a porcupine's back. My mascara was smudged down my cheeks and my lipstick was smeared to my chin. Did I do that to myself as I was splashing water on myself or was that a result of last night?

There was very little I could do about myself with the fact that I had left my clothes in Cecily's bedroom. But I decided that taking a shower wouldn't hurt. I couldn't go home like this and I certainly didn't want any of my friends seeing me in that state. I'd just re-wear the flapper dress until Cecily exited her bedroom.

I locked the bathroom door, turned the shower on and slowly undressed, it was pretty hard to do with my brain pulsing against my skull. I stood under the hot water for what felt like a century, just letting it wash away all the remnants of last night, hoping it would also take with it the memories I didn't like.

Shampooing and detangling my hair proved to be harder than expected without my trusty shower brush, but I made do with more conditioner than usual. I dried off and put the dress back on.

I made my way downstairs to find a completely immaculate living room as if the party had never happened. I couldn't imagine being the butler and staying up past 4 am to clean up the mess we had made. I felt bad for him and hoped he didn't hate us too much.

I opened the cupboards searching for pancake mix, bowls, and a griddle or pan, and found milk and eggs in the fridge. I started making the batter from memory remembering all the Sunday mornings making them with my dad and aunt. It was a regular event in our household, until dad passed, then we tried to but it was never the same. I started cooking them and placing them on a plate with a lid on top, I pulled out all the necessary breakfast ware and set it up on the kitchen island.

Jordan came down first, their white suit was in complete disarray. They had lost the jacket, waistcoat, and bow tie, and their dress shirt was untucked and wrinkled.

"Good morning," I said in a low voice, my head was still pounding, "How'd you sleep?"

Jay sat down and groaned, "My head hurts."

"Have some water," I poured them a glass, "I looked it up and we have headaches because alcohol is a dehydrator."

They chugged the water and poured themselves some more.

"What did you put into the punch anyway?"

"I have no idea, to be honest. I grabbed a bunch of different things from my parent's liquor cabinet and mixed them so they wouldn't notice there was any missing."

"That's both genius and terrifying. Want some pancakes?"

"You made breakfast?"

I nodded my head and plated the pancakes for them just as Ophelia made her way downstairs groaning. My head was already starting to feel better and my hair was slowly drying. "Good morning, want some breakfast?"

Ophelia groaned and sat down next to Jordan. I poured a glass of water for her as well and drank some myself. She held her head in her hands, her hair fell over her shoulder in a messy knot. "I was not planning on getting drunk."

"Nor was I," I said with a chuckle, "Do you know where Cecily and Tyler are?" They both shook their heads and began eating the pancakes. "You wanna know what I saw last night?" I said with a sly smile.

They piped up, "Ohh tell us!"

"I went upstairs with some guy-"

"Wait, you went UPSTAIRS, with some GUY?"

"Um, yeah. I was very drunk," I chewed my lip, "Nothing happened."

"I have a feeling you're not telling us everything," Jay said.

I started chewing the inside of my cheek as I decided whether or not I wanted to tell them that Damian had prevented an unpleasant event, but that would mean I would have to out him for being at a party he wasn't allowed at, which I didn't know whether or not that would cause any problems for him since technically that would be trespassing. "Nope, that's all," I said with a small smile and I could see Jordan's aura shining colors of curiosity and determination. She wouldn't let it go. "Anyway," I said, starting to wash the pan I used for the pancakes, I had to deflect the attention quickly, "They kissed!"

"OMG." They both said at the same time, "Where, how, when?"

"Her bedroom, they were talking and then they kissed. I'm not surprised. I think it's been a long time coming."

"You think?" Ophelia said, now ravagely stuffing her face with the pancakes.

"Positive."

Just then, Cecily joined us at the kitchen table wearing silk pajamas and looking as prim and proper as ever. "Good morning. Oh, who made pancakes?"

"I did."

"No way, that's so cool. I gave Gerald the day off, didn't expect this."

I smiled, "I just need my clothes and my phone. I never told my aunt I stayed over and she might be worried."

"Oh," she said, as I went to make my way up the stairs, "Can you wait a while? Tyler is still sleeping."

We all stared at her, mouths agape. "Tell us everything," I said, sitting down next to her and plating some breakfast for the both of us.

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