I might be okay with the parents joining us for breakfast today, but the guys, apparently, are not.
We got here early enough to find two tables next to each other, but the idea of sitting separately from each other has them all cranky.
“I suppose we should sit at both tables to save them,” says Felix with a deep sigh.
“Probably,” agrees Sebastian. There is absolutely no excitement in his voice.
“Guys, it’s fine, we can sit at two tables for one meal,” I tell them. “You are not making your parents sit by themselves after they came all the way here to support you.” I hate sounding like I’m telling them what to do, but really, they should just have breakfast with their parents and stop being whiny about it.
“You’re right,” Lukas sighs. “I just want us to all be able to sit together.”
“Should we let the cubes decide who sits where?” asks Elliot.
“Maybe they’re here and we can let them pick seats?” Lukas looks around as if they might show up any moment.
I roll my eyes and sit down at one of the tables. “I’m sitting here. Whoever’s turn it is to sit with me is also sitting here. Easy peasy.”
Lukas sets his tray on the other table. “It’s Sebastian and Elliot’s turn, so Felix and I are over here.”
“I miss our dining room table,” Felix grumbles, but he sets his tray next to Lukas’s. “It would be tight, but it would fit all of us.”
“We could look into a bigger table, or one that expands, so it wouldn’t even be tight,” suggests Sebastian.
“I like that idea. Let’s put it on the to do list,” Elliot agrees, setting his tray down next to mine at the other table.
“I like your table.” After last weekend’s tabletop activities, I’ve got more plans for that table. I’m attached to it. “I’m not sure you really need a new one.”
Although, if they invite all of their parents over, there really wouldn’t be enough room for everyone to sit comfortably, so maybe they would benefit from having an expanding one even if it does mean saying goodbye to the sex table.
“Why are you all sitting separately?” We all look up to see who’s speaking, and see Calvin approach, eating yogurt as he’s walking around.
“Our parents are here, and we needed enough seats for everyone,” explains Elliot.
“Do you want to join us? We can steal another chair from somewhere,” I offer. The guys might be annoyed with me for it, but he offered us a place yesterday so it’s only fair to offer him one today.
“Maybe for a minute.” But instead of sitting down, Calvin surveils the room, spinning in a slow circle as he spoons yogurt into his mouth.
“She’s not here,” says Sebastian, blowing on his coffee before sipping it gingerly.
“At least, we haven’t seen her yet,” adds Elliot, separating the contents of his fruit bowl out on a plate by type.
“I wasn’t looking for anyone,” denies Calvin. “Although, I was looking for you yesterday, but when I went up to your room it had the Do Not Disturb sign on the door. And you really sounded like you didn’t want to be disturbed.”
He grins and quirks and eyebrow at Elliot and Sebastian, and even though he’s clearly just ribbing us and there’s nothing creepy or malicious about it, my face heats instantly.
I was afraid last night that our neighbors in the rooms on either side of us might hear us fighting, but I’d never once considered that they might have overheard us making up. And the fact that one of their friends heard? I just want to bury myself right under this table.
Lukas stands suddenly, his thighs knocking against the table and nearly toppling his orange juice. “Mom! Dad! Good morning!”
He hurries to hug his mother, glancing over his shoulder at me. Is he concerned they heard and worried I’ll be upset? That’s sweet of him. Maybe some of what I said last night clicked after all.
“Good morning, everyone. Calvin, it’s nice to see you,” says Sebastian’s mom, setting her tray right next to mine on the table.
“Uh, I gotta go. I’ll see you back in the waiting area later.” Calvin hurries off, weaving through the tables. He has a banana sticking up out of one of his back pockets and a Monster energy drink sticking out of the other. I look around the room for the telltale flash of pink hair that is almost certainly the reason forhis sudden departure, and sure enough, there’s Patti over by the waffle makers.
Summer leans down to give me a hug from the side. “Good morning, Rebecca.”
The hug is awkward, with me hugging her arm as it crosses right below my neck, but it’s a sweet gesture on her part. Maybe they really have forgotten about the hickey and are starting to like me after all.
