Floyd had fallen asleep as well, but in his own bed. When it was morning, he woke up, yawning as he stretched. He could smell things cooking in the kitchen, and felt extremely greatful. Sure, they didn’t have much money, but at least they were together.
He got out of bed, his hair messy. He walked downstairs in just a pair of basketball shorts, making his way into the kitchen. “What’s for break-“ he stopped suddenly, surprised to see his brother, Nick, cooking and not his sister.
“You can cook?” He questioned.
“I’m trying. Hope you’re fine if your eggs may possibly be a bit burnt,” Nick responded, chuckling.
“Bastard,” Floyd said, jabbing the taller mans arm with his elbow.