Page 24 of From Drummer to Gamer

CHAPTER 7

MATT

Right at nine o’clock the following morning, I waited for the guests to make it to breakfast, but none showed up.

There wasn’t even a sign of another life in the apartment; that was how quiet it was.

Another hour,I told myself.

The next hour came to be, but still no movement. I had to stifle the urge to knock down their bedroom doors and drag them outside.

Didn’t they hear what I said last night?

Breakfast meant anywhere between six and ten o’clock, and it was already ten.

They were already wasting my precious fucking time. It wasn’t like I had much to do this morning, but they were fucking screwing up my order.

It felt jarring inside my head and settled like an unwanted cloud around me.

Around eleven o’clock, a sleepy Raphael rolled out to the living room.

I sat quietly on the couch, glaring at him.

“Whoa.” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, stepping back. “Who killed your dog?”

“What time is it?” I asked in a low, cold tone.

He shrugged, yawning. “Early.”

“I told you we were having breakfast together.”

“Okay.” He smiled. “Let’s have it. I’m fucking starving. I hope you have bacon.”

“It’s past the time for that.”

“What?” His bewildered eyes locked with mine. “I can have bacon anytime, can’t I, Si?” He directed the question to the presence behind me.

I looked over my shoulder and watched Sierra padding out of her room, rubbing her eyes like her brother. Guess both the Chan siblings weren’t morning people.

“What?” she mumbled, crashing on the couch beside me.

The sun shone on the side of her face, fresh from sleep. It was glowing softly, curving along her button nose and pink lips. Her hair was a mess of tendrils framing her face, escaping from her wonky bun.

“Bacon, duh?”

“What bacon?”

“Tell the big man we can have bacon anytime.” He pointed toward me.

Her nose scrunched adorably. “Big man?” Her eyes slid to me, and they widened, fully awake now. “Yes, bacon.” She licked her lips. “We can have that anytime.”

I exhaled heavily.

Here we go again.

SIERRA

Matty Evans wasn’t just a silly celebrity dream anymore. I was breathing the same air as him. Not just that, I was living with him.

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