My Brother's Best Friend Is My Mate

Chapter 10: Saturday mornin'

"Saturday mornin' I jumped out of bed, and put on my best suit", I sang, music blasting out of my head

phones. I was getting ready to go out, I did my makeup and grabbed my phone. It was actually

Saturday morning and I woke up in an enlightening mood despite what had happened last night. The

smell of pancakes polluted the air as I raced downstairs. I sniffed the air and waltzed in the kitchen.

"Good morning mom", I chirpily greeted my mom.

"Good morning honey", my mom replied. "How many pancakes do you want?", she asked as I sat at

the table. Mom usually stayed back, while dad was out in the jewelry shop and Damion and Sean had

come when I was sleeping. The dirty dishes in the sink was evidence that they were over here for

breakfast.

" 10", I joked. Mom joked and rolled her eyes but still brought over 5 golden pancakes and orange

juice. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Thanks mom."

"You're welcome honey", she smiled and went over to the sink to start washing the dishes.

"You looked like you had a rough night last night", mom said looking over her shoulder. "Wanna talk

about it?", she asked.

I told mom about my night, purposefully leaving out that my disgusting ex had kissed me. Mom seemed

satisfied and ent back to washing dishes.

I finished eating breakfast, washed my dish and cup, because mom had left out already, and went to

the living room.

I watched TV for a little, before driving over to Spencer's house. I knocked energetically on Spencer's

front door. From our 14 year friendship, I learnt that Spencer was extremely ignorant when she had a

hangover. I heard her slam her bedroom door and groan as she walked down the stairs. She opened

the door - sorry, I mean yanked - open and stared at me with blank eyes. She's still wearing her bed

robe and the fluffy puppy slippers I gave her 2 Christmases ago. Her untamed hair blew in her face and

her pale skin said it all. She was the perfect example of a hangover.

"Why aren't you dressed yet?", I teased. Spencer shrugs and scowls in return. "My mom left early for

work, and I wanted to sleep in. I didn't know it was a fucking crime", Spencer said harshly.

"I have Tylenol and I brought coffee. You're welcome."

She stepped aside for me to come inside and slammed the door. I follow her upstairs to her room

where she sits on her bed. I sit down next to her on her bed and gave her a cup of coffee.

"What are you doing here so fricking early?" Spencer finally asks.

"Spencer, it's 10 o'clock", I laugh, "It's far from early."

"I need you to get ready. We have a lot to talk about."

30 MINS LATER

Spencer and I sit in separate booths at Joe's Cafe.

"Did you see Liam last night?", Spencer asks as we wait for the waitress to come back with what we

ordered.

"Nope", I said, popping the 'p'.

Spencer nods and I turn on my phone to find some means of entertainment. Just as I was enviously

looking at a Kylie Jenner Instagram photo, Spencer lened over and tapped me on my shoulder. Her

pointy fake acrylic nail pointed to someone standing near the counter. I followed her finger to see who

she was pointing at. It was Liam.

Liam Jones.