"Y/n, bitch wake up," Nicole said as she shook you awake. You let out a moan as you stirred awake, slowly sitting up in your bed.

"Mm, good morning..." You muttered tiredly, rubbing your eyes. "What time is it...?"

"Time to wake your ass up. Come on I'm starving. Y'know a skinny bitch like me can't live just off of Xanax and Pizza all day." Nicole replied in that same nonchalant tone that you were all too familiar with.

"Just make yourself some cereal..."

"I'm not just eating fucking oats Y/n. Damn, I can't have at least some sausage or even some French toast?"

"Then make it yourself, goddamn it."

"This is like the worst freeloading I've ever experienced."

"Then get out."

Well, that seemed to shut Nicole up. She knew that she can be a bitch sometimes—all the time—but she also had to keep in mind that you weren't like Emily, Jecka...Ari. You could practically drag her out of your house if you wanted to and she did not want that scenario to happen. The fact that you didn't tolerate her attitude and that made her feel some sort of way that she couldn't place her finger on herself.

She couldn't lie to herself that it wasn't hot though. Now that is indeed a fact.

"Fine, fine. Sorry, I guess?" Nicole's halfhearted apology was enough for you to let it go. You got yourself out of the comfort of your bed and made your way towards the kitchen with Nicole following behind you. "What are you doing? I said that I was going to make myself breakfast-"

"Who said that J was making you breakfast?" You cut her off. You flung open the pantry and took out a box of cereal, sitting that down on the counter alongside a plain white bowl and some milk.

"Well damn, harsh. Got my hopes up." Nicole said sarcastically as she crossed her arms. "What? Are you just going to make yourself a depressing bowl of Fruit Loops?" Nicole let out a scoff. She doesn't know why she kept pushing. Was it out of the fact that she wanted to harass you into making her breakfast or was it because she wanted to see what other snarky comment you'd make at her? Why did she care?

"With bacon and eggs." You added.

"Dear fucking god. So you're going to fry a whole pack of bacon and two eggs and just allow me to sit here and starve? What the fuck, Y/n!?" Nicole snapped. She heard you chuckle.

"Take your ass to the living room and sit down. Do that."

"How about I whack your fucking head with that frying pan?"

"How about you get out of those C cups?"

"Why the fuck did you go from telling me to sit my ass down in the living room to talking about my tits?"

"And why the fuck did you go from stomping you feet on my tiled floor in my kitchen over the fact that I ain't making you a bacon, egg, and fruit loop breakfast combo to whacking my head with my frying pan that my mama got from target?"

'And why the fuck are you so hot?' Nicole thought. She wanted to say that but she isn't that desperate. Wait, why was she even thinking that? God, why couldn't she just be a lesbian or something? If she were to be a lesbian you two probably wouldn't be over here fighting—you two could be making out on your leather couch for fucks sake. But was Nicole really ready for all that? I mean, Ari totally ruined the tryout on becoming a lesbo or whatever with her masochist bullshit.

Without another word Nicole made her way over to the couch where she slumped down upon. She turned on the tv, didn't even give a shit about what it was saying about the weather and just stared off into space. What else could she do? It's not like you'd call her in for breakfast at the table or anything—because you weren't making her shit! There wasn't no point in keeping an ear open if you weren't going to make her breakfast alongside yours. Hell, Nicole didn't even feel like making her own self breakfast at all. All that she could was just lay her head on the armrest of the couch and count fucking sheep.

You on the other hand were humming to yourself in the kitchen frying your bacon and eggs. Did you feel bad for not agreeing to make Nicole some breakfast? No. She's a big girl she can do it herself (if she even felt like it). Did all the things you said was just you pulling it out of your ass? No. You meant to say all of that. However, there is still one huge question that needs an answer. Well, maybe not an answer being put into words—through actions. Through something that you do with your limbs and not through your mouth.

Were you going to make her breakfast still?

"Nicole," you called out to her from the living room. Nicole lifted her head away from the armrest and watched as you gestured your head towards the marble kitchen table.

Her eyes flickered over to the table and slightly widened in shock.

"Time to eat." Was all you said before sitting your own meal on the table alongside hers.