SHATTERED

forty-six

alex

the next morning, after the four of us stayed over at jordan's house, i'm in the kitchen while jessie and miguel cooked breakfast. i'm sitting at the counter as i waited for them to finish cooking, while doja laid peacefully in my lap. my hand was repeatedly running across her back as she snuggled into my stomach.

i'm thankful i didn't drink that much last night, because i do not feel like dealing with a hangover right now. jessie and miguel, on the other hand, were very clearly hungover. usually while they cook together, they speak spanish to each other the entire time. right now, they weren't speaking at all, besides an occasional, groggy mumble in spanish.

i looked down at doja. there was a soft smile on my face as i pet her. my feet were gently swinging as i sat there; the stools were pretty tall, so my feet didn't touch the ground.

jessie randomly huffed out something in spanish. i'm not sure what exactly, but i did know that she was cussing, so i looked up. i saw that she had dropped egg shells into the pan with the yolk. she then muttered something else in spanish. my eyes widened a bit as i watched miggy reached over to slap the back of jj's head.

"i wasn't being literal, you whore bag!" they grumbled as they smacked him back.

miguel raised his spatula and pointed it at her. "you do not wanna go there with me right now, trust me," he narrowed his eyes.

they rolled their eyes. "you started it," they muttered.

"you told me to hit you!" he defended.

"i wasn't being serious!" her eyes widened.

"ay dios mío," jordan muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"where the hell is saylor?" jessie asked a few moments after she stopped arguing with miguel.

i looked back towards them, and i shrugged. jessie stared blankly at me for a few seconds. "well? go find her; she needs to eat too."

i reluctantly got off of the stool i was sitting in. i held doja in my arms as i went looking around the house for saylor. i eventually found her in one of the upstair bedrooms, but she was dead asleep. i let out a sigh as i walked over towards the bed. as i did, doja jumped out of my arms, onto the bed, then onto the floor before she made her way out of the room, which made me slump my shoulders.

i sat down on the bed, and i placed my hand on saylor's arm so that i could shake her awake. as i did, she let out a sleepy whine.

"leave me alone," she complained.

"no, get up. jessie and miguel are cooking breakfast," i told her as i continued to shake her.

"i don't care. leave me alone!" she huffed as she turned away.

"saylor, c'mon," i let out a deep exhale. "get up."

"no."

i stood up. she let out a content sigh when i did, thinking that i was going to just leave her alone. i then grabbed her covers, and i yanked them off of her. she quickly turned her head to face me, and she narrowed her eyes as she let out an annoyed breath.

"get up, angel," i gave a petty smile.

"i literally hate you," she claimed.

"i hate you too," i grinned. "now, get up."

"fuck off. let me sleep."

"no can do."

i raised a brow as she got up, and she put her boot on. she then stood up and pushed past me. i turned to see that she was heading to the door that led to a balcony.