You had been kicked out of your house, you wouldn’t exactly tell anyone why, so nobody would ask.

Later you decided to stay at Sheila’s, I mean, she usually let you stay there anyways, she loved having your company.

So after a long —sleepless, but fine— night, you went down stairs to start making breakfast for everyone because, why not?

After a few minutes Karen came down and decided to stand in the kitchen with you while you made food.

“What are you making?” Asked Karen, sitting on the counter and watching you cook.