Previously:
Who the f**k decided to throw things around that too in the morning? - I thought getting up, groaning and finding the clock displaying 8 in the morning.
My ears perk up when I realized the commotion came from downstairs, once I was out of my room without killing anyone yet. I was the least kind to people who would wake me up at probably 8 in the morning.
I hurried downstairs, a sense of curiosity taking over me as well as I thought if Theodore had decided to take his anger out on the things downstairs or simply just to wake me up? But my thoughts turned to ash when I followed the noise to the kitchen by the lounge where a girl was struggling to fry an egg that seemed-
"OH MY GOD, it's burning. Step aside!" I shouted as the stove turned into flames.
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