"You sure you don't want one of us to stay with you?" Cole asked as I fought my heavy eyelids to not drop on their own.

It was currently seven-forty in the morning and Blake and Cole were all dressed to go to school, I still wasn't ready to attend that craphole and decided I wanted to ditch today. What if he will be there?

Even though there's a big possibility that he might not be there today, I still didn't want to go to school. I wasn't ready for all the attention I'd probably be getting and all the pitiful gazes that will definitely be centered on me.

Also, going to school might risk triggering a panic attack since I just know that the minute I walk through that hallway and my eyes catch the sight of that one classroom's door, I'd lose the ability to breathe.

"Yes, I'm sure, Cole. You guys should really leave now or else you'll be late for the first period." I averted my gaze to Blake who was leaning against my doorframe, fully clothed in a maroon hoodie that had its sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black ripped jeans. His hair was styled in an almost messy way and he looked hot... literally as usua- I wanna punch him.

It's seven in the freaking morning and my hormones are already all over the damn place.

Cole nodded his head, "Okay." he said before adding, "Oh, I forgot to mention that I won't be coming here right after school since I gotta make a stop at my therapist's and get more of my pills from the pharmacy. Blake'll be here, though."

I looked at Blake again and he winked at me, a grin growing on his face as he mouthed "Bouncy-Bouncy,"

I groaned and stuffed my face into my pillow. A smile secretly tugged at my lips a few seconds later at the possibility of us spending time together later today.

¸,ø¤º°'°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°'°º¤ø,¸¸,

I yawned as I stretched my arms while making my way to the kitchen. After Cole and Blake left at seven-fifty, I fell back asleep because I was exhausted and slept for three hours before waking up again.

I opened the fridge and pulled out two eggs and mozzarella cheese, setting them on the kitchen island. I grabbed one of the stools and dragged it to the cabinet that had the new toast stored in it. I climbed on top of it because I couldn't reach the very top, and no, I wasn't that short, Cole and Blake were just too tall and for some reason, they liked placing most of the newly bought stuff on the highest shelf in the cabinet.

I grabbed the toast packet and jumped off of the stool, dragging it back to where it was placed under the kitchen island.

I pulled some butter out of the kitchen and set all the ingredients next to each other, I was planning on making Blake's delicious egg sandwiches.

I cracked the eggs over a cereal bowl and added the salt and pepper over them before washing my hands and staring at the bowl again.

Now what?

I looked back at the toast, trying to remember how Blake made them a week ago. I banged my head against the counter when I recalled what the next step was.

Brain: You idiot.

Why didn't I freaking think over the entire process before pulling the stuff out? How the heck did I expect to make the goddamn eggs?

I DIDN'T THINK OF HOW I'LL BE NEEDING TO USE THE STUPID STOVE AND FIRE TO COOK THE STUPID EGGS.

I'm an idiot.

A total idiot.

I swiveled my head to look back at the stove and stared at it.

Yeah... no.

Friiiiiickkkk no.

Never.

I placed saran wrap over the top of the bowl that contained the cracked eggs and put them in the fridge in case Cole and Blake wanted to eat scrambled eggs tomorrow or make the egg sandwiches for breakfast.

I popped two toats into the toaster and got some peanut butter and jam from out of the cabinets. I waited for the toasts to fly out of the toaster and spread the peanut butter and jelly onto the now crunchy toasts.

I placed all the stuff back into the cabinets when I was done, poured a glass of orange juice, and took it and my sandwich to the living room so I could much on them while watching TV.

I was about to open Netflix after sitting on the couch and grabbing the remote but stopped and squinted my eyes; I think I need to check the news. I clicked on the news channel and set the remote down on the coffee table, taking my first bite of the sandwich.

The second the channel started playing, I was bombarded with too many announcements and news.

WHO Declares COVID-19 a Pandemic

A WHAT NOW?

In declaring COVID-19 a pandemic, Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus, director-general of WHO, said at a briefing in Geneva the agency is "deeply concerned by the alarming levels of spread and severity" of the outbreak. He also expressed concern about "the alarming levels of inaction."

Trump Declares COVID-19 a National Emergency

EVEN THE ORANGE GOT INVOLVED.

President Donald Trump declares the novel coronavirus a national emergency, which unlocks billions of dollars in federal funding to fight the disease's spread.

Okay, okay, that might be reassuring, right? they're already thinking about the idea of fighting the disease.

Travel Ban on Non-US Citizens Traveling From Europe Goes Into Effect

The Trump administration issues a travel ban on non-Americans who visited 26 European countries within 14 days of coming to the United States. People traveling from the United Kingdom and the Republic of Ireland are exempt.

But... school?

I'm so confused. I have so many questions but I continued to read and listen to the announcements.

My breathing hitched. I wasn't expecting there to be this many cases, at all, and I definitely thought the death rates were way lower than that. I guess I was wrong.

I kept listening to the news for a few more minutes as they started talking about less shocking things until I saw my phone vibrate from where it was placed on the coffee table in front of me and heard its ringing.

I picked it up and looked down at it, seeing that Huda was calling me. I slid my thumb against the screen to answer it and brought the phone to my ear.

"What's wrong? How are you feeling?" Huda was quick to ask.

"Wha-"

"You're not at school. Are you o-"

"I'm okay, Huda," I chuckled. "I'm just still not ready to go to school, yet"

I heard her let out a breath of relief on the other side of the phone, "Oh."

"Yeah. Didn't Cole and Blake inform you? I asked them to." I frowned.

"I still haven't seen them yet- WAIT LIV! GUESS WHAT. GUESS WHAT!" Huda suddenly exclaimed before I heard her yell something to someone on the other side of the phone, "COME HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT... YEAH, ITS HER...- OLIVIA GUESSSSS WHATTTT!"

"Wha-"

"I HAVE SOMEONE THAT WANTS TO SAY HELLO~" She sounded so cheerful.

I furrowed my eyebrows at her. "What?"

"Wait! Wait! Here..." I heard shuffling on the other side of the phone and got even more confused. Someone wanted to say-

"Hello?" I heard a masculine voice say from the other side of the line. What the hell is going on?

"Hello?"

"Holy shit, HUDS IS IT RE-"

Huda cut him off with her excited voice, I just knew that she was jumping up and down and all over the place right now, "REZ SHUT THE FUCK UP AND SAY SOMETHING TO HER!"

Wait, what?

Did she just say Rez?

Did he just call her Huds-

OH MY GOD.

"Livs it's-"

"Andres?!" I almost exclaimed.

"FUCK YEAH IT IS,"

OH my god. "No way-"

"YES FUCKING WAY. HOLY SHIT LIVS IT'S REALLY YOU! I sent you a text message yesterday asking if you were doing fine but I'm guessing you couldn't tell it was me..." He sounded so happy.

Andres was me and Huda's friend from third grade til fifth grade along with a boy named Chaquille. Huda and I were closer to each other than we were with the boys and the boys were definitely closer to each other than they were to us, but we all got along well during our middle school years.

After fifth grade, I recall that Andres's parents got divorced and his mother moved to another state, taking him and his sisters with him. And Chaquille... honestly I don't even know what happened to that dude since it was such a long time ago and we were just kids, but I do know that he moved to another town too.

It didn't really affect Huda and me that much since as I said, we were way closer to each other, but we got a bit sad that we couldn't squish insects and glue them to papers every day with them anymore. It was our favorite activity to do.

I barely remember how he looked like, but I knew that he was African American, had curls- I liked to stuff my finger into a single curl so it could wrap around it and I'd giggle from the feeling- and his eyes were really dark.

"I'm sorry, I don't know if I've seen it or not because I got loads of other messages from random numbers and I didn't reply to or check all of them." I apologized, I was still surprised that I was talking to him.

His voice sounded so different and so... manly? I don't know.

Brain: It's fucking called puberty you dipshit.

"Nah it's fine, I can tell Huds to send you my number if you want, we all need to catch up- YO WAIT! I heard that you live with four dudes now, is that true?!" I just realized that his excited voice was muffled a bit and I remembered that they had to wear masks to school today.

I chuckled. "Just two,"

"Oh, well that's still cool! I mean, imagine if I lived with two chicks, that'd be fuckin' awesome, bro." I heard the bell ring from the other side of the phone followed by Huda's scream; probably because they had to go to the next class. Her voice was kind of far away and I'm guessing they were following the social distancing rule.

"Damn, we gotta get to class now, hope you're doing well Livs, I'll make sure Huds gives you my phone number- have fun banging two guys later!" My eyes widened and the call ended.

Did that really just happen? I literally thought that dude was dead or something. I totally forgot about him and Chaquille.

Also, banging two guys?

¸,ø¤º°'°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°'°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°'°º

"Papi's home." I heard the front door shut and lock before I saw Blake walk into the living room while taking his mask off, "Shall we start with the barneymugging now or later after dinner? I mean I don't mind waiting but I know how impatient you can be since last time you were really ready to do it on the floo-"

"Blake, you literally just walked in." I groaned.

"And?" He asked before raising his eyebrows and opening his mouth, "Oh, you mean because of the school germs, cooties, and coronavirus? I get ya, I'll go take a quick shower an-"

"STOP,"

"You definitely won't be saying that word after I take a shower while we're bodg-"

I stood up from my seat, holding four throw pillows, and was ready to pounce on him. He was quick to start running towards his room.

HA!

A grin formed on my face but it instantly dropped when I heard his voice yell something from his room, "DON'T WORRY, MUFFIN, I ONLY RAN BECAUSE I CAN'T WAIT TO SHOWER SO WE COULD BURP THE WORM IN THE MOLE HOLE! IT DEFINITELY WASNT BECAUSE I WAS SCARED OF YOUR FANTASTIC NINJA PILLOW THROWING SKILLS!" I groaned loudly and heard him laugh from the room before closing a door, which I'm guessing was his bathroom's one.

Two minutes. He's been in here for two freaking minutes, and I'm already groaning from annoyance.

Ovaries: But we still like himmmm.

Shut the hell up

Ovaries: Make us, I dare yo- actually no, make Blake make us.

UGHHHHHH.

Ovaries: We prefer oooooh, ahhhhh, and mmmmm...

I hate this.

I shook my thoughts away and shut my own ovaries up before plopping down on the couch and opening my laptop, checking for dinner meal ideas since it's my turn to cook for us today.

I gave up after about five minutes of searching, I wasn't able to find any mouth-watering meals, and most of the recipes that I found were complicated. I pulled out my phone and decided to ask Luke to send me his delicious lasagna recipe since I haven't eaten it since August.

He replied shortly after I sent the text and I got up from sitting on the couch. I walked to the kitchen and washed my hands before looking down at my phone and checking if we had all the ingredients needed.

After I made sure that we had everything, I began pulling them out and setting them neatly on the kitchen Island. My eyes caught the little hanger installed in the corner of the room that had all the aprons hanging down from it.

I walked towards it and laughed to myself once I saw the Hello Kitty apron that Cole seemed to prefer over the plain ones. Flashes of how he looked like wearing nothing but briefs and the pink apron ran through my head.

I picked up one of the plain aprons, wrapped the string around my waist, and was about to pull my hair into a low ponytail a thought crossed my mind. My breathing became light and my mouth gaped.

I quickly rushed out of the kitchen and to the mirror that was on the wall, placed over the entry table.

My eyes immediately moved to my neck and I let out a huge breath of relief when I saw that the red scratch marks were gone; I was so scared that Blake had seen them earlier while my hood was down.

I heard a door closing from the other side of the apartment, telling me that Blake was now done with his shower and will be back to perving around and teasing me in a few minutes...

Hopefully.

SHUT UP.

Ovaries: HA! That was you this time, not us.

Well if I'm being honest, I sought after his company, but I definitely didn't like the teasing part. His perviness didn't really make me uncomfortable, but it just annoyed me to a point where I'd actually think about kicking his balls again.

I actually think that Blake wouldn't really continue with his teasing if he sensed that I was feeling harassed or uncomfortable- which, again, I wasn't feeling at all. Though I'm sure he liked watching me get irritated like I usually do whenever he says a dirty joke in a teasing manner.

I made my way back to the kitchen and started making the lasagna. Blake walked in a few minutes later, shaking his now dark and damp hair all over the place and taking a seat on one of the kitchen island's stools.

I felt his eyes on me while I continued to prepare the lasagna, heat crept up my neck and reached my cheeks and the tips of my ears as I started feeling self-conscious under his gaze. I knew that the longer you looked at my face, the more flaws you'll be able to point out.

"Don't you have something better to do?" I mumbled.

Ovaries: You little shit. Shut the fuck up.

"Nah," He shook his head, causing a few droplets of water to splash and land on my heated arm, sending shivers from the certain spots the cool water had landed on to my spine. "What are you making?"

I held the pack of lasagna sheets up, silently giving him the answer. He nodded his head, "Don't make too much though, we don't wanna end up throwing up in the middle of our forbidden polka-"

"NO!"

"What?" Blake tilted his head to the side and gave me a cute innocent look that left me breathles- I wanna punch him.

"You know what," I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I know what what?" He kept the cute look on his face.

"What?"

"Wha-"

"STOP!"

"Stop what?" Have I entered a freaking black hole or something? He's looping.

"Just stop talking, Blake,"

"Oh, so you like it silent, Muffin? I can be silen-"

"THEN BE SILENT,"

"In bed?"

"What the hell does sex even have to do with this?" I exclaimed.

Blake smirked, "You're so dirty-minded,"

I'm the dirty-minded one?

"How the hell am I dirty-minded?"

"I never mentioned that it was sex, Leprotto... I just said 'in bed'." The word rolled out of his tongue in the sexiest way possible. A blush exploded in my cheeks at what he had said and I got even redder after he said the foreign word in an accent. (Bunny)

"What the hell does that even mean?" I tried to sound the least bit affected by him.

Blake chuckled- you know, that oh so deep and sexy chuckle of his- and said, "Ha! Mi sono appena reso conto che posso dire quello che voglio senza che tu sappia cosa intendo veramente!" (I just realized that I can say whatever I want without you knowing what I actually mean.)

What the-

Ovaries: We have exploded. You won't be getting your period anymore. RIP.

Stomach: Yo same.

Vajayjay: Lol. me too.

Heart: ♪Stop. Hammer time...Can't touch this...♪

"What?"

Didn't he say he only caught a few words from his mom? Liar.

"Sono arrapato,"

"Stop,"

"Anche se ho appena fatto una doccia fredda," He sighed.

"I'm gonna kill you,"

Ovaries: Not before "Burping the worm in the mole hole" with him, please.

"Ti stavo pensando mentre tornavo a casa in macchina," He smiled.

"Blake stop-"

"Speravo che ti avresti legato i capelli, ma sembri sexy in ogni caso, ovviamente," He licked his lips.

Did I hear the word sexy? "Blake get out of the kitc-"

"Voglio stare con te, quindi no,"

Brain: He's probably calling you an Italian flip-flop or something.

"No?" I raised a brow at him. That was the only word that I managed to catch and understand in his sentence.

He smirked, shaking his head. "Sei carino quando sei arrabbia-"

I cut him off by throwing a raw lasagna sheet at his face, hoping it would slap it. But of course, because he was Blake freaking Evans, he managed to catch it with his mouth instead of allowing it to smack him.

He took a bite out of the crusty and dry sheet, cracking it, before putting it in between his index and middle finger and pulling it out of his mouth. Why was that so attracti- I wanna punch him.

"You do realize that it's raw, right?"

"Just how I like it," He bit his pink and plump bottom lip.

My eyes widened and my mouth gaped.

Blake laughed, "I told you you're dirty-minded, I never mentioned anything about raw belly-bumping..."

Damn.

I groaned. "Can you just shut up please?"

"Anything for you, Leprotto."

Is that his new nickname for me?

Ovaries: I don't think we mind it... Like at all.

Brain: He might be calling you a broomstick.

Ovaries: He can call me a rat with that accent.

"Are you calling me a broomstick?" I blurted out.

Brain: Fucking idiot. I can't believe I belong to you.

Blake laughed at that, "I sure am."

I glared at him and averted my gaze to the onions that I was chopping as Blake softly started to hum next to me.

His deep voice soothed me and all my troubles went away as I continued making the lasagna with Blake watching me and humming. I love this.

About half an hour later, I was done arranging the noodles or lasagna sheets or whatever they're called, I washed my hands and looked at the oven. Damn it.