giguring

Desperate Breakfast SP

Erica trudged around the kitchen, trying to be quiet because she knew that Stuart was still sleeping. Stiles was still gone, and hadn’t answered her texts. Worryingly enough, neither had Derek. Her head pounded, and she knew her hangover would heal at an extreme rate, but she had drank a lot of alcohol last night. She smiled at the thought of bonding with her friend, though.

She began cracking eggs into the pan and mixing the batter as before she heard Stuart start to move around his bedroom. Something ugly turned in her stomach and she ignored it. Maybe he’d never gigure it out about them, and she’d never have to explain.