After explaining to Evan that I had to break in through the cottage because he wasn't waking up to open the door, he wouldn't stop apologizing. Then I told him to stop feeling bad for the rest of the night until he passed out on his bed again. I'm guessing Mr. Hansel brought my luggage and backpack in the cottage because they were here in the other bedroom. There was two bedrooms, one for me and the other for Evan. There was a kitchen and the cabinets and refrigerator were full with food that could keep me satisfied for about a week. The living room had a television thank goodness and it seemed very cozy and nice. Also there was a closet and a full bathroom where we can shower and rinse off. I went to bed after looking around. The next morning, I wake up at a pretty good time. A time where I don't have to force myself to get up but just sleep-in. Just like weekends in the human world when I didn't have any sports. I push up my bedroom window while a nice breeze comes in. I walk out of my room and I stop to see Evan still sleeping on his bed. He seems knocked. Honestly, he is so cute how he is sleeping. He is wearing a tank top with long pajamas pants and the bed sheet is wrapped around his long legs messily. It looks like he is hugging the pillow with his arms that is resting on his head. A giggle escapes my lips when he lets out a loud snore. I go in the bathroom to wash up and after I go back in my room. I start to unpack my clothes while putting them in the draws. When I finished I tip toed to the kitchen because my stomach growled in hunger. I open the fridge and I lean down to stare into it. Cereal? No. Pancakes? No. Waffles? No. Eggs? Mmm, sure. I grab the carton of eggs and I place them on the island. I pause for a moment when I remember about the button Fiona was talking about. I look under the island and I see a small red button. Before doing anything else I find tape and I tape the edge of the island so I can know where the button exactly is. So I don't press on it while cooking by accidently. I take out the butter and American cheese. I find a pan while I place it on the stove and the gas turns on to start the fire. I grab two eggs and I crack one open. "Making eggs?" I hear a voice and when I look up I see Evan walking past the living room towards the kitchen. "Yeah, sorry did I wake you?" I ask him and he yawns, shaking his head. "No, I just got a pain in my body which kind of jolted me awake." I crack another egg in a bowl with the first. "Okay, do you want eggs for breakfast?" I question and he looks at the eggs on the table with an indecisive stare. "Come' on, eggs have a lot of protein." I push and he smiles. "Sure I'll have some." "Awesome." I chuckle while cracking another two. After having four eggs in a bowl I start to fork them down so I can make scrambled eggs. Evan walks away and goes into the bathroom to clean up. After mixing the eggs, I add some cheese and I take out tomatoes and spinach to add in the eggs. Eventually I mix them all together and after heating the butter on the pan I put the eggs in there. They start to cook while I grab a spatula and I wait for it to be time to flip it and make it in an omelette. I'm good at making them because I always made them in the human world every Sunday. "So how did you sleep?" Evan comes out of nowhere, walking up to me. "I slept amazing, you?" He leans against the island with his arms crossed over his chest. "Yeah it was pretty good, exhausted though." I look at the eggs and I flip them. "You still seem sick." Evan frowns while looking down at his body. "I am dizzy, maybe I need to eat something that's why. But I am in transition after all." The eggs are fried and done so I close the stove and I look around to find the cabinet that has the plates. Evan helps me out and takes two out for me. I take them from him and I split the eggs in half, giving him some and giving me the other. I place them on the table and Evan takes out utensils and napkins. I grab two glasses and I pour orange juice for both of us. After I grab ketchup because I eat my eggs with ketchup. I sit out and Evan sits across from me, digging in his eggs. After putting a mouthful he lets out a moan. I stare at him shocked while he nods his head. "This is fucking good." I smile while he stuffs more in his mouth. I dip a fork of my eggs in the ketchup and when I put it in my mouth I look up at Evan. I see two marks on his neck which are swollen and red. It's the bite from his father. I totally forgot that it stays there forever as a scar. "Did it hurt?" I randomly ask him and he stare up at me, his pupils dilating. "The bite from yesterday?" I nod my head while chewing and he pulls on the collar of his tank top like it was irritating the bite on his neck. "No it didn't. It felt like it was numb but Miles went first before me. I saw my dad bite him and I got nervous for a second but after I just let him do it, I didn't hesitate." "What about now?" "It's burning, I'm trying not to think about it a lot because it will get on my nerves. I'm trying to do things that will distract me from it." "Honestly, I'd do the same." I say and he shakes his head while laughing. I tilt my head to the side. "What?" I add and he purses his lips into a thin line like he isn't trying to laugh. "Nothing." "Tell me!" I say but in an upbeat voice not like in a pissed voice. I feel awkward because he is only staring at me with his beautiful gleaming hazel eyes. "Nothing... there's, there's just something about you that drives me nuts." He blurts out while I smile, feeling my cheeks burn red.