6. The Naked-Breakfast-Story
Alice and Jax were giggly and guilty about last night's events. Everyone was now fully clothed and ready to eat breakfast. "Hey guys, I know this great recipe for vodka pancakes!" Carter suggested. "Sounds good." Said a half asleep Jax. "Can we help cook?" Asked the exited Marky. "Yeah. Let's get started." Smiled Carter, wearing a superman apron.
Jax handed ingredients to Carter, who measured them. Carter then gave the measured amounts to Marky who mixed them into the bowl. They were all wearing cruddy clothes and superhero aprons. Alice started the stove so they could start flipping pancakes. The gas line was over pressurized and the burner caught Alice's clothes on fire. Alice was fine. But her clothes were wrecked. The apron was fire proof, so she ended up in only an apron.
"I don't really get why she didn't just change into some clothes, but this is kind of fun." Jax said, chugging his orange juice. Under Alice's request, they were all dining in only their aprons. Butts completely exposed, easy side views of boobs, and unshared knowledge of tattoos uncovered. "This has been fun, but I have another art class." Marky sighed, putting down his fork. He stood up, gave the sill sitting down Carter a hug from behind, and said, "Let's go Jax." The boys left and Carter and Alice switched seats to sit across from each other.
"Aren't you gonna tell me about your night?" Alice winked."Well, nothing happened." Carter said, being completely honest. Alice's eyes widened, "Nothing?" "Well, we cuddled because the air kicked on it the middle of the night. But that was just because it was cold." "Sure it was..." "I'm being serious!" "Did he run his fingers through your hair?" "Um, yeah. Why?" "We HAVE to see them again!" "Well they're our neighbors, so we'll probably run into them." "No, I mean you and Marky should start seeing each other!" "What? We just met yesterday!" "Do you know what Jax and I did?" "But you're the outgoing one, not me! I'm the shy one who can never decide what she wants to say." "Please?" "Alice, he felt my scars and saw the pills. I'm not sure he's going to want to see me." "He saw your diet pills AND knows about your cutting?" "Yeah." "Carter!" "It's not my fault!" "No, no, this is good!" "How the hell it that good?" "He gave you a hug this morning! He must either not care, or not remember." "I should really do a better job hiding my stuff." "Yeah..."