The following morning I woke up, sandwiched between the two guys like I did every morning. And I climbed out of bed, trying not to wake them.
I went to the kitchen and I made a coffee and I actually opened the sliding doors and I sat out on the balcony with a cigarette and dad’s opened laptop in front of me.
“What’s wrong?” Bellamy asked, standing behind me.
“I tried not to wake you.” I said.
“As soon as you’re not there, I wake up.” He said.
“Sorry.” I said.
“What’s going on? You don’t smoke unless you’re anxious or pissed off or something like that.” He said.
“I guess I’m a little of both. I’ve been going through dad’s files for the last couple of days. I found a few that have been pretty interesting to read.” I said.
“Like that?” He asked.
“Well, apparently you or Zeke
