You were half awake when you heard the door to your room open. You just assumed it was Narancia and Mista plotting a new way to wake you up, again.

You just buried your face deeper into your warm pillow and tried to doze off, until you felt your pillow shift from under you. You could hear the foot steps approaching the bed stop along with some whispering from who you assumed was from Mista,

"Narancia, Trish is in here." You could hear him snort as he poked your side. You cracked open a eye and looked at him.

"Can I have a few more minutes of sleep?" You groaned as you tried to flip over with your pillow, only for your pillow not to budge, it suddenly felt a lot heavier than you remembered.

You sat up slightly and looked down to see Trish sleeping like a log from under you. You now questioned what you buried your face into as heat rushed to said face. "That wasn't very cash money of me..." You grumbled as you tried to get out of bed, only for Trish's arms to restrict you from moving.

You sat up awkwardly and tried to pry her arms from your waist as Narancia and Mista snickered. You gave them the finger and opted on slipping out from under her arms while replacing yourself with a pillow.

So, you placed a pillow on your head as you wiggled under the covers while the pillow slowly replaced you, stopping when she would move in her sleep. As soon as your head was under the covers you summoned to pull you out from under the blankets and onto the floor.

The whole process took about three minutes of Narancia and Mista trying not to laugh at the situation and make it worse. You laid on the floor for a second before springing back up and looking in the vanity mirror to fix your bed head,

"I'll murder you both in your sleep if you mention what I did in my sleep to anyone." You looked at the two boys as they nodded their heads while grinning like idiots. You all knew they were going to talk about it during breakfast or dinner.

You all walked out of the room and quietly closed the door to avoid waking Trish up as you went down the hall. "What took you three so long?" Abbacchio grumbled as he took a sip of his coffee while listening to some random tape on his recliner.

"Oh, the usual, me and Narancia went to wake her up. Saw her face buried in Trish's tits as she was asleep, laughed as she tried to leave the bed quietly." You watched as Abbacchio choked on his drink and almost spill it on himself as he looked at the three of you.

You just punched Mista hard in the arm, causing him to yell, as you plopped onto the couch. Fugo laughed at the table while you just groaned and hid your face in your knees. "I fucking hate you all." The tips of your ears were red from embarrassment as Narancia just patted your back.

Bucciarati walked out of the kitchen with Giorno as he observed the atmosphere in the room. Bucciarati placed a plate of eggs down on the table and looked at you, "Why is (Y/n)'s face so red? Is she sick?" He walked over to you and crouched slightly as he felt the back of your neck,

"You're pretty warm, you alright?" You peaked up at him and just slowly shook your head, "I'm dying from embarrassment, save me..." You croaked as Mista laughed, "She'll live, she's in great hands." Mista wrapped a arm around you while Bucciarati scoffed,

"Come help me and Giorno cook breakfast. Besides, you still have to do last night's dishes." He grabbed your wrist and pulled you off the couch while Mista and Narancia whined in protest. You blew a raspberry at the two as you entered the kitchen.

You immediately went to the left of the island counter and towards the sink. After starting the water up and finishing up on your first plate you heard the sizzling of bacon being put on a hot pan behind you.

"That reminds me of a song..." You muttered as you finished your next plate. Giorno perked up at the sound of your voice but didn't ask what you meant.

Now that he thinks about it, you're still wearing the hoodie he gave you since yesterday, it made his heart flutter a bit as he watched you make sure not to get dishwater on it. He continued to place new strips of the delicious meat onto the pan, as he scooped up the previous cooked pieces and plopped them on a plate.

After a moment of cleaning the dishes and placing them on the rack next to the sink, you went over to the island next to Bucciarati, to make pancake mix. He already had the ingredients in it and was currently stirring the ingredients together as you looked around for something to do.

The mixing bowl was pushed into your arms as Bucciarati motioned for you to cook at the stove with Giorno, "All right then..." You moved next to the golden blonde as you turned your burner on and poured the mix into a pan.

You both worked next to each other for a good few minutes as you flipped a pancakes. You watched in the corner of your eye as Giorno flipped a slice of bacon as the grease popped. "Bacon pancakes, makin' bacon pancakes," Giorno looked at you as you started to sing with a goofy grin on your face,

"Take some bacon and I'll put it in a pancake," You reached over his pan and snatched a piece of bacon and ripped it apart as you dropped it into a doughy pancake, "Bacon pancakes, that's what it's gonna make, BACON PANCAAAAAKE~!" You voice raised at the end as you flipped the pancake.

"Did you make that song up?" Giorno asked, as he stared at the pancake with bacon bits sticking out of it. You gasped and looked at him before realizing it's 2001 and 'Adventure Time' isn't a thing yet.

"Nah, just one of the best cartoons of all time created that song." You motioned to the golden brown bacon pancake as you scooped it off the pan and onto the growing plate of pancakes.

Giorno smiled as you poured more pancake mix onto the pan, "Sounds like a great show, maybe we'll watch it together when it comes out." He nudged your arm playfully as you returned the playful gesture.

"Hey, (Y/n)!" Bucciarati called from the doorway of the kitchen with mugs of coffee in his hand. You looked back at the bob haired man and waved your spatula at him, "Yo!" He motioned for you to pick up the plate of toast on the island and to follow him.

You left the pancake cooking and grabbed the plate of toast and followed him out. He placed the cups of coffee on the table as you place the pile of toast next to the plate of Sunnyside up eggs.

"(YYYY/N)!" You heard Narancia scream as you looked at the boy who was running full speed at you. You didn't have enough time to react as he jumped on you, causing you to fall backwards from the force.

You hit the ground and grunted as Narancia got up and used your body as a shield. "Stop using her as a shield!" Fugo screamed as he tried to grab the boy from behind you.

You just looked between the two then at Bucciarati for help. He cleared his throat and glared at the two boys as they calmed down. "Sorry...." Fugo muttered as Narancia apologized to you and Fugo too.

You just sat on the floor baffled how they calmed down so quickly, "Bucciarati, are you a god or something?" You looked at the man in awe as his face heated up, "What? No, no, no, I'm just good at breaking up their fights." He motioned to the two boys as they went back to the couch to work.

The smell of something burning hit your nose as you sniffed the air. Bucciarati smelled it too and you both looked at each other when you realized you were cooking pancakes.

You scrambled off the ground and sprinted past Bucciarati to see Giorno swatting at the flames on the stove with a rag. The smoke alarm went off as you turned the sink on and grabbed the pan. You ran it under the water as smoke filled the room.

"I thought you could handle my pancakes!" You screamed at Giorno over the sound of the smoke alarm blaring. He motioned to his pan of bacon and spilled pancake mix, "I tried making more bacon pancakes!" You just gripped the side of your head as your stand manifested next to you and smashed the smoke alarm into pieces.

You groaned as you looked at the burned pancake in the sink. You coughed as you left the kitchen with smoke pouring out behind you. You grabbed the screen door that led to the deck open and let the smoke out as you took a deep breath of fresh air in.

Now thinking about it, you never been out on the back deck. You just noticed it behind Bucciarati when you ate a meal but never bothered to check it out. There was two chairs that looked out into the backyard next to a grill. There was a small portable fire pit at the end of the stairs on your left that was filled with branches and charcoal.

You stopped looking around when you heard the door leading to the kitchen open as Giorno walked out on the deck, coughing, "That could of gone better..." He smiled sheepishly as smoke poured out of the house. You just deadpanned at his humor and sighed.

"My pancakes... ruined." You looked at everyone sitting at the dinner table as you bit into the one bacon pancake you made. You smiled as the food melted in your mouth as you started to eat more.

Trish walked into the room with bed head and bags under her eyes, "What did I miss?" She mumbled as she sat across from you. "Giorno tried to make more pancakes while I got tackled by Narancia and almost burned the house down." You pointed at the two boys while taking another bite of your bacon pancake.

"So that's what that noise was..." She grumbled as she grabbed a pancake from the plate in front of her. "(Y/n) also broke the smoke detector." Bucciarati pointed out, causing you to throw him a nasty glare, "In my defense, it was getting annoying and I couldn't hear anything."

Everyone chuckled at the table as you pouted. Narancia eyed your bacon pancake as he tapped your shoulder, "Can I have a piece?!" He pointed at your bacon pancake. You looked at the plate then back at him, "Sure, why not?"

Before he could stab a slice of the the pancake, you stabbed a piece with your fork and spun it in syrup. You held it up to him with one of your hands under it to stop any syrup from hitting the floor.

He gulped as he looked between you and the pancake, "You gonna eat it? If not I don't mind-" "No! I'll eat it..." He mumbled the last part as his cheeks heated up slightly. Everyone at the table watched as he bit the pancake off your fork.

He chewed it for a few seconds before his face lit up, "Mmmmmm, so goud!" He spoke with his mouth full as he swallowed the food. "Glad you like it." You smiled and went back to eating as you popped another piece of pancake in your mouth.

Fugo kicked Narancia and scolded him for talking with his mouth full as you continued to eat.

No one was going to admit it, but they were all a little jealous of Narancia.

You continued to eat and blocked out everyone's idle conversation as you debated on what to do for the day. You were weighing you options of pranking someone or having another girls day with Trish.

Breakfast ended as fast as it started as you washed the dishes quickly so you could go shower. You reeked of musk and burnt food, not a too pleasant smell as you dried you hands and ran out of the kitchen.

Mista watched as you ran down the hall to your room. "There she goes...." He mumbled as Narancia changed the channel on the tv.

He sighed and rubbed his temple as poured out of his hat to watch tv. "Oh!" Narancia yelled as he stood up from the couch.

Mista raised a brow as the boy ran upstairs and past Giorno. He sat there waiting until he ran back the stairs with a small plastic bag in his hand.

"Oi, Narancia, what's that for?" Mista asked as he propped his feet up on the coffee table.

Giorno raise a brow too as he took a seat on the couch next to Narancia. "I got (Y/n) a present yesterday and forgot to give it to her! So I'm going to give it to her when she gets out of the shower." He bounced up and down in his seat like a excited little puppy.

Mista and Giorno stiffened as they looked at each other, silently agreeing on something; don't let Narancia give her that gift.

Mista wrapped his arm around the boy as Giorno leaned on his hand as he stared at him. "Narancia, Narancia, Narancia... you don't want to give her that gift." The boy raised a brow in confusion at Mista.

"What? Why?" Mista peaked into the bag to see it's a cassette tape. "Because she already has that tape!" He reached into the bag to reveal the tape, "Besides, her stand probably wouldn't like it." Giorno nodded his head in agreement as Mista dropped the tape back in the bag.

Narancia let out a quiet 'oh' and hung his head as he tried to process the 'heart breaking' information. Mista just patted the boy on the back before going back to watching tv.

Narancia just looked at the bag and sighed as he reached into the bag to look at the tape. It was a 'Backstreet Boys' tape and he assumed you would like it, but Mista already told him you owned one already.

He flipped the tape over and inspected it before stuffing it back into the bag and tossing it onto the coffee table and left the room. Mista and Giorno hive-fived each other as if they have just dodged a bullet.

You came out of the bathroom with a towel wraped around your head with some new comfy clothes on. One of the notable items you were wearing was the hoodie Mista gave you.

Giorno looked back into the hall and saw you carrying clothes to your room while wearing the hoodie Mista gave you. He just scowled while Mista fist pumped the air. He just pointed at your disappearing figure while smiling widely at Giorno as to say; I win!

You popped back into the room and vaulted over the couch as you sat down between the two boys, "What did I miss, kiddos?" You pulled a knee up to your chest as you grabbed the remote from Giorno to change the channel.

"Kiddos? I'm pretty sure we're older than you." Giorno pointed out while you flipped to a new channel. "If you're under 30 you're still considered a kid to society." You stopped on a random cartoon and leaned back into the couch as you tapped your fingers on your knee.

"You didn't miss much, nice to see you wearing the hoodie I got you." Mista pointed at the baggy article of clothing as you sank deeper into the couch, "The one Giorno got me needs a wash, it literally absorbed all of the smoke from the kitchen and smelt like burnt food." You scrunched up your nose at memory.

You looked on the coffee table to see a bag sitting there as you leaned forward to see what it was. Before Mista and Giorno could stop you, Narancia walked back into the room and his face lit up when you pulled the tape out of the back.

"'Backstreet Boys'? Who the hell listens to this?! I wanna jam with them!" You flipped the tape over and inspected it, looking for a name. Narancia raced over to you with stars in his eyes as he looked at the tape.

"I got that for you! Can we listen to it together?!" He bounced up and down as Giorno and Mista scowled at him. "Sweet, I don't own a 'Backstreet Boys' tape yet." Narancia let out a noise of confusion as he looked at the sweating Mista.

"But Mista said you already owned one." You looked at Mista and held up a hand while putting your fingers down slowly. "I'm giving you a head start." You watched as the gunslinger jumped off of the couch and ran out of the room. You looked at Giorno and he put his hands up, "I didn't do anything." You just nodded at him before looking at Narancia with smirk.

"Let's go listen to the greatest boy band ever created!" You jumped off the couch and dragged him up stairs. After passing Fugo who was on the couch by the staircase reading a book, you dragged Narancia down the hall to his room as you swung the door open.

The room was painted a orange color and was fairly messy. His window next to his bed in the corner of the room was cracked open letting a cool breeze in as you looked around the room. You looked at his desk that was covered in papers with math equations scribbled down on them. You looked to the right to see a cd player sitting on top of his dresser next to a alarm clock.

You hummed as you approached the cd player to see if it could play cassette tapes too. Unfortunately it couldn't so you opted on the next best option; .

"!" You watched as your stand manifested with his arms crossed. You tossed him the tape which he caught with ease and looked over it. He tapped his foot on the ground a few times before looking at Narancia and back at the tape. He continued to look at the boy and the tape before skating over to the boy and stopping a few inches in front of him.

He bent over to match his height and just looked at him before giving him a hug. "Awwwwwww," You cooed as Narancia stood there stunned, "he likes you!" lifted the boy off the ground and swung him around a few times before placing him back on the floor.

You watched as he popped the tape in his mouth as it whirled and stopped at a certain song.

The grin on your face grew as your stand started to bop it's head to the beat. You grabbed Narancia's hands and spun around with his feet getting lifted off the ground as you pulled him into a hug. "Thanks little orange!" You yelled as you stopped spinning and placed him back on the floor.

You pulled away from him and rested your hands on his shoulders as you looked at his crimson red face. Your stand approached from behind him and ruffled his hair as he cranked the volume up. Narancia and you smiled at each other as you both started to move to the music.

You bounced on your feet as the beat to the song dropped, "Everybody~! Rock your body~!" You motioned for your stand to turn the volume up even more, "Everybody~! Rock your body right~!" You struck a funny pose as Narancia laughed at your reaction, "Backstreet's back alright!" You jumped in the air and laughed as you crumpled to the ground.

The house was shaking slightly from how loud the song was, so Fugo stormed into the room and motioned for you to turn it down. You gave him a thumbs up as turned the song down. You sat up and motioned for Narancia to sit next to you as he grinned ear to ear happily.

"Wanna do something fun today?" You questioned as you rubbed your hands together evilly. He tilted his head to the side slightly, "Like what?" You smiled, "Pranks..."

You watched as Narancia started to rub his hands together as he chuckled with you.

The idea was to make a glitter bomb, yes, the most annoying and evil thing in the world.

Narancia went to the garage to grab some craft supplies while you went to ask Trish to see if she owned micro glitter. Luckily, you had all of the supplies you needed to make your evil invention.

You quickly glued and painted the small tube that would hold glitter while Narancia worked on a spring that would push all of the glitter out of the tube. After a few failed attempts of pulling the spring back with a string at the bottom of the tube, so when it was opened there would be a note and all of the glitter would fly on the floor from the bottom.

You quickly wrote a note saying: Surprise Bitch!

Once everything was filled and set, you made the outside of the tube look like a package, with Narancia's help.

You and Narancia smiled at the trap as you both debated who should get the trap. "I say Fugo!" Narancia declared with a look of pure evilness- at least as evil as Narancia can get.