Isaac and I both jolt awake when the alarm goes off. I groan. "We leave at seven," I mutter, rolling out of bed, "I'm gonna get dressed, then we can get breakfast."
"Okay," he mumbles, his morning voice raspy.
I pad to my room. I get dressed into baggy jeans that are slung around my hips, a fitted black T-shirt, a green, black, and white-checked flannel, and converse (of course). I wash my face, spray perfume on, and tie my hair into a messy bun, pulling a couple strands of hair out at the front.
When I get back to Isaac's room, he's sitting on the edge of the neatly-made bed, on his phone, already dressed into grey jeans, shoes, and a blue crewneck.
"What do you usually eat for breakfast?" I ask.
"Anything, really," he says, looking up from his phone with a shrug. "Usually toast because I'm late and always wake up just before I need to leave."
I laugh. "You're the complete opposite to me, then. Come on."
We trudge down the stairs to the kitchen. Mum and dad are standing at the sink, their backs turned to us. "Morning mum and dad."
"Good morning Mr and Mrs Argent," Isaac greets, standing behind me in the doorway of the kitchen.
They smile at him kindly. Thank goodness they're not being their usual scary selves when friends come around.
"Morning Isaac, how'd you sleep?" dad asks.
"Good, thanks. Thank you for letting me stay."
"No problem," mum replies. "Nylah will make you breakfast, I'm sure."
"Yeah," I say with a smile.
"Good girl," dad says, kissing my cheek as they walk past us, going into the lounge.
"Sit down," I instruct Isaac, pulling a chair out for him to sit at the small table in the kitchen. He does as he's told, and I hustle around the kitchen, making breakfast.
"Do you like avo?" I ask, popping four pieces of sourdough bread into the toaster.
"Yeah," he answers.
As I wait for the toast, I make two shots of espresso and set one mug down in front of him. He looks at me, surprised.
"The kettle just boiled, and there's milk... here," I say, passing him the jug from the fridge, "I know you don't take sugar."
He laughs. "You're going ten times faster than your usual speed this morning, and that's a difficult feat to achieve."
"Sorry." I grimace. "I don't really know what to do when someone stays the night."
He walks over to the kettle. "You're doing just fine."
I get two plates, smash the avo on toast and sprinkle salt over all four. I make my coffee as Isaac leans on the counter beside me, sipping his own.
When he falls silent, I look up at him. He's just gazing at me with a contradictory soft intensity. Nervously, I laugh. "What?"
"Oh, nothing, sorry," he says hurriedly. "I, um, have to tell you something later."
"Not now?" I ask.
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No Way Out | Teen Wolf & The Vampire Diaries
FanfictionShe's hiding a secret. A lot of secrets, to be more precise. Secrets that will tear families apart, put targets on her back, and expose her for what she really is: a liar, someone not to be trusted. Nylah Argent doesn't know what to do or which way...
