You woke up; it was 8:30 am. "Ugh" you groaned as you sat up, but then a sound was heard in the kitchen; it sounded like someone was cooking. "Had my parents gone over?" you asked yourself as the smell of the food lingered in your senses.

After some time, the cooking sounds in the kitchen stopped and were replaced by walking sounds towards your room.

"Good morning, love" Blythe? How did he know my address? "Eat up" He said as he just casually put the tray down on my bedside table.