*August 9, 2013*
*Friday*

I stare down Jack measuring his expression.
“I still want to whoop your skinny little ass.” I mutter directed at Jack. Alex walks over to Jacks half of the apartment.
“Okay, well now that you aren’t Hanna made cinnamon rolls.” Jack smiles at me nervously. I blow him off and walk over to the kitchen of Jacks half. This is like one of those tour arguments. This always happens when somebody does some stupid shit and then I end up forgiving them because they can fire me, and because they’re my brothers.
“Can you more thoroughly explain what’s going on here?” Alex sits at the table as he speaks looking at Jack. I walk over to the counter serving myself something to eat as Jack speaks.
“Honestly I don’t remember. I don’t remember waking up at all. Just this morning I was cuddling with Hanna. She told me that last night she heard me talking in my sleep and came up to see what was going on. I don’t know anything else I swear.” I glance over at him from the corner of my eye, “Hanna probably knows more. But, do I ever talk in my sleep?”
“I’ve never heard you talk in your sleep before honestly.” Alex shrugs.
“Just sometimes a moan and some snoring.” I add and sit down next to Alex, “The thing I least believe is that Hanna would be able to hear you a floor and a door later. I was on the couch in Alex’s and I didn’t hear a thing. All I remember was hearing someone in the kitchen.”
“But what would that have to do with anything?” Jack raises an eyebrow, his face has frosting all over it from the cinnamon roll he picks at.
“Nothing really, I mean everybody gets hungry at night sometimes.” Alex shrugs we sit eating quietly.

Notes

Hey you guys, This is a really short chapter. But I'm already working on the next one and it should be up in the next few hours.

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