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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Agent Sun

"Happy Birthday Sun!" I heard a loud scream from downstairs.

Jonah and I got back about an hour ago, he fell asleep by then. I, on the other hand didn't get any sleep. All I did was investigate the boys' case inside my room.

I was fresh out of the shower, choosing clothes to wear. I stood inside the wardrobe. I saw a pair of grey sweatpants and a white tank top. Looks good to me. I combed my hair and put it in a bun.

I groaned out loud when I remembered who was downstairs.

I scrolled as I closed my door and walked to the first floor.

As soon as I saw him, my scowl almost disappeared.

He was wearing a white shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants as well. I raised my eyebrows at this.

He had a huge grin on his face as soon as he spotted me.

He lunged at me, my eyes widened as we fell on the tiled floors.

"Happy eighteenth you twerp!" He hugged the fuck out of me.

Oh god, I think I landed on my head a little to hard.

"Cyrus, you bitch, my head hurts!" I shouted through laughs.

He grinned up at me and stood up. He held his hand out for me to grab. I took it.

"What's with the get up?" I asked, arms crossed.

He shrugged, "I know you. I knew you'd wear white and grey today. It's what you do every year."

I chuckled, "Whatever."

I turned around and began to walk to the kitchen.

"So any plans for today, As-"

"No. Don't call me that. Stick to Sun." I growled suddenly.

Cyrus raised his hands above his head.

"My bad."

"And to answer your question, I'm staying with the boys. I heard they had an interview with GMA today." I grabbed the coffee kettle and started to brew a batch.

Cyrus laughed, "You're doing a good job at this bodyguard thing."

"No thanks to you." I scowled.

He laughed.

"Hey what's for- oh hi Sir." Zach entered the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.

Cyrus smiled, "What's up Zach? Oh and call me Cy. It's what this punk over here calls me."

I laughed at Cy's antics.

"Hey I'm not a punk." I stuck my tongue out to him.

"Whatever you say, buttercup." He poked my nose. I glared at him.

"Are you like, dating or something?" Zach asked out of the blue.

I almost spilled the hot newly brewed coffee and Cyrus laughed.

"Oh god no. We're like siblings." He said.

Zach nodded, "Oh."

After pouring myself, Cyrus, and Zach a cup, I went over to the pantry.

"Oh Zach, if you could wait about ten minutes, I'll cook breakfast."

Zach nodded eagerly as him and Cy made their way to the living room.

I took out the whole pack of bacon, six eggs, the spices, vegetables, and another one of my special sauces and began cooking.

I cooked bacon and my special egg omelette with the special sauce. I also cooked rice.