Opposites Attract

7.

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there.

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My room has transformed into a boy training gym!!

"Oh, you're awake." Liam says as he drops his dumbbell.

Ethan stops midway while doing doing a push up and Noah stops punching the punching bag.

I rub my eyes and look curiously at the three of them. "What are you all doing in my room?" I ask.

"Jacob had some urgent business and you said you didn't like the company of the helpers so here we are." Noah answers.

"I don't like the company of anyone this time in the morning." I point out.

"Jacob told about the episode that took place yesterday. He didn't want you to be alone when you woke up. Hysteria and all that. He said it happens sometimes." Ethan explains.

"No, don't..." Liam says as I try to bring myself into a sitting position.

I ignore him. As soon as I am in sitting  position, the blanket falls off my shoulders revealing my shirt less bodice.

"Too late." Says Noah.

I gasp and pull the covers up to my shoulders again. "You knew I was naked!?" What a start to a day.

"Half, and I tried to stop you." Liam says and shrugs.

"I can't believe this!" I exclaim.

Noah grabs my shirt from the couch and throws it at me. "Put this on and come downstairs quick. We heard you are the new cook." He teases.

"And don't forget to take that medicine." Ethan points at two tablets kept on the bedside table along with a glass of water.

Then they all leave. Much to my relief.

I change into comfortable yoga pants and tank top and gather my hairs up in a messy bun and make my way down stairs. But not before taking the medicine. Only to find all three of them waiting on the dining table with folks and knives in their hands.

"My goodness. It looks like you haven't been fed in days." I say as I make my way to the open kitchen. They all look at me expectantly.

Deciding against starving them, I start making the batter for the pancakes and chop some fruits and make fresh orange juice. Then I serve all of this in three plates and give it to the hungry wolves.

They moan. They literally moan.

"That's it. You're my personal cook from now on." Noah says with his mouth stuffed.

"They're just pancakes. I bet the chef used to  make them much better."

"Your hands give them a different aroma. It can't be explained in words. We were dying to eat something homemade." Liam says.

I laugh it off.

"Why are you not eating?" Ethan questions.