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Irish You Were Here

Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning around 9:30. I got up pretty quick; I never really slept late. I rolled out of bed and re-did my hair in another messy bun. I threw some Nike shorts on, rubbing my eyes and making my way to my studio door down the hall.

Light poured in from the wall of windows. It opened up to the small alley beside my apartment, so all you could see was brick from the next-door building. The white carpet and light turquoise-blue walls made the rom incredibly bright and happy. On the left was a desk with my giant apple computer. The left wall held many of my pictures and Polaroids, and the right wall had dozens of quotes I liked. There were rabbit toys scattered all over the floor, and small cat condos occupied the corner along with wicker baskets filled with blankets and towels. There was a litter box in another corner as well.

I held the door open and let Clover hop down the stairs. I paused at the top of the staircase and stretched. I could probably do for a few more hours of sleep, but I was energetic today. I slid down the railing of the stairs and set about getting breakfast ready for the five occupants of my apartment.

I gently warmed my singing voice with a series of la’s and hums. I rummaged through the fridge to see what Bren left me. The noises woke my two small canines, and I heard them jump, well, "fall with grace" as my mom likes to say, off the couch and run over to the kitchen. I continued to sing as I retrieved my pet’s bowls and filled them: half a cup of dry food for each puppy and a smattering of vegetables and a few fruits for Clover. The latter was bouncing and hopping impatiently at my feet. I smiled.

“Calm down girl.” I chastised. I set the bowl down and shooed Winston and Ranger away from her. I went to my music dock and started playing my new song obsession. I sung along quietly as I ushered the puppies to Bren’s closed door. I opened it quietly and made my way to his bed.

“Help me wake up Bren and you guys can eat.” I promised.

He was still fast asleep, and without regrets I took a moment to take that in. He was a messy sleeper, sprawled out half on top of his comforter, one pillow on the floor. He forsook pants and a shirt to sleep in his underwear, which was much, much appreciated. His face was soft and relaxed. His hair was a little on the long side and tousled adorably. I studied his stupid perfect jawline like I had so many times before.

Dumb handsomeness.

I realized I had been watching him for longer than would pass as normal, so I helped my impatient puppies up onto his bed. They attacked him mercilessly with wet noses and soft tongues. He made a small noise of protest before opening one of his green eyes. He took in the puppies and smiled, before turning that smile to me. I felt myself blush and smile.

“I’m going to make breakfast.” I said. Well, I tried to say. My voice was so high-pitched that I barely recognized it. I made a valiant effort to control my nervousness, but my voice gave me away. Once again, shirtless.

He smirked at me. “Breakfast?” he asked in a high-pitched voice, mocking me. I blushed deeper, knowing I couldn’t hide much for him. Sometimes it seemed like he knew how I felt about him, but just wanted to tease me about it, which was maddening.

“Yea, breakfast.” I said in a normal voice, trying to get ahold of myself. He continued to grin at me. “Fuck you.” I said, “You don’t get food anymore.”

“What if I’m not even hungry?” he asked cheekily. The pups were bouncing around on the bed, fighting Bren and each other.

“Oh, you’re not, are ye?” I questioned quickly. That was a lot more Irish than intended. He laughed at that. Giving up, I threw my hands up and made my way to the door, putting a hand to my forehead and giggling.

“Aw, come on Ryyyy.” I heard him say. My stomach flipped without my permission when he used my pet name. There was the sound of blankets being thrown off of him, followed by nails on hardwood. Before I knew it he had slung an arm around my neck and had me in a half nelson. We stumbled out of his room, with me trying to break his grip with frustrated noises. My music was still playing, but had changed to a different song. I managed to catch a glimpse of a sleepy Alex sitting up from the couch and giving us a questioning look.

“Пожалуйста, помогите.” (Please help) I begged him as Bren started giving me a noogie. “Он испортить свои волосы.” (He’s messing up my hair) I whined. Pretty soon his arm slipped from my neck as Chucky took over the job of wrestling Brendan. I straightened my hair and shirt and made my way to the kitchen again. I corralled the pups into their pen, letting them eat.

I started pulling out ingredients for breakfast while singing along to my playlist. I heard thumps on the floor and muffled words that I couldn’t discern coming from the living room. I peaked over the counter, and sure enough, they were still fighting on the floor. I rolled my eyes.

“C’mon boys, I’m making food.” I yelled lightly. I heard a few more noises before they started making their way towards the kitchen. They both looked flustered, and a little red. Bren’s hair was tousled, and I felt my cheeks get the tiniest bit of pink again. He was so cute when his hair was messy, and he had that damn grin on his face. He noticed me getting lost in him and his stupid looks, so I looked away. I heard him chuckle to himself.

Cheeky bastard. I thought.

“Hope you guys like waffles.”












Notes

sorry for the delay lovelies :)

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Comments

This is really cute :) Can't wait to see where it goes!

keep it up! this site needs more Gally :)

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3/5/15

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