The Family Style Breakfast...

A Chapter by De'JahVu<3

"Yes, darling, on your way in. You've got quite a bump up there, but we took good care 'o ya." Effy said, sitting me up straighter. She stood from the chair, pulling my arm her way. "Now c'mon honeybo. Get up. Rooster cocka doodle-doo-ed two hours ago" I nodded, standing up as she toon her hands to my shoulders, guiding me down a long, narrow hallway. Joey followed closely behind. I looked down at the squeaky hardwood floor, noticing I was only in a large, NASCAR tee-shirt that barely covered half of my thigh. "Where are my clothes?" I whisper-panicked, covering my legs.

"I got rid of 'em. Joey went into town and got you new linens and things." I quickly turned, ready to head back to the bedroom and wake up from the horrid dream I was having.

"Now Asheton, don't be shy." She said into my ear as we approached the front area. "Everyone's been waiting on you."

"Everyone?-"

I stopped my tounge, approaching the dining room with a large table filled with at least ten people. "Look who's hee-errrrreeee" Effy said to the group. Their heads snapped my way, faces filling with smiles. I smiled back.

"Well I'm gonna go get Katy's biscuits outta the oven before they burn like hell. Make your self at home, alright honey?" I nodded, stopping myself from saying "Yes ma'am." I didnt have time to scan their faces as a thin blonde ran up to me. Her hair, unlike my quick-pony, flowed to the middle of her back. Her eyes were blue, and intense. I knew I'd seen them before. Somewhere-

"ASHETON!" She shouts, locking her arms around my neck and snuggling her head into mine. "E-Emma?" I squint my eyes for an answer, but her furiously-fast nod does all the work. "OHMYGOD!" I hug her back, lifting her from the hardwood floor. The group stares at us with warm smiles, and I wipe my tears with the hem of my shirt. I could not believe what was standing in front of me. If this WAS a dream, I certainly didn't wanna be waken up. "W-What are you doing h-here?" I ask, sniffling back tears of joy.

"I dunno. You? " She shrugs, blowing the carmelized highlighted hair out of my eyes. I also shrug, certainly forgetting to care.

"I can't believe you're in my dream." Emma sighs happily, throwing her lanky arm over my shoulder. I smile, squeezing her.

"So, you think this is a dream, too?" I whisper incase they got like, angry or something.

"Of course it is. The last thing I remember was going to bed. New Years Eve. All that food my dad cooked, I was bound to have a crazy dream. But why not have fun while it lasts, am I right?"

I agreed, following Emma to the far left end of the table. I stared down at the floor awkwardly. There werent any seats left. I glanced at Effy, who glared at the scruffy, half-asleep blonde next to Emma. His head was hung over his bowl of fruity pebbles, his elbow sulking in a plate of syrup. "CALEB!" She snapped. His head smashed inside the bowl, drowning him in milk. "W-Whaaa?"

Caleb turned his head toward me and smiled goofily. I wave. "Good Morning."

He glanced at Effy's harsh eyes once again, then back at me. "OOH!" He realizes, getting up and pulling out the chair.

"Thanks." I whisper, turning towards Emma.

"God, Caleb." Snuffs a boy identical to Caleb, except with brown hair. "Why are you such a f*****g tool?-"

"What did you say?" Shouts Effy from the kitchen, her hands on her hips. "Go in that bathroom and wash your mouth out with soap until it's clean."

"But I-"

"Now, Cameron."

Emma cackles.

"Mornin', Asheton." Caleb slams his wet mouth into my cheek, and I giggle. Emma rolls her eyes, stabbing a pancake with her fork. "Well."

"I've taught him well."