"So, what do we do now?" Mindy asked as she, John, and Will walked out of the main control room, not sure as to where they were heading. After the call from the Prime Minister, the boys were completely relieved, thinking that they were really going to have the boot for letting a human know that they exist. "She's a very strict leader. Trust us, you do not wanna piss her off." John had told her before they left.

Will shrugged. "Not much we can do. We can only go out at night without causing suspicion. The best we can do now is wait." Mindy opened her mouth to ask another question, but stopped when her stomach growled. Mindy blushed, clenching her stomach. "Sorry. I haven't eaten since-" she stopped mid-sentence. She hasn't eaten since she met the Colossals. She did have a drink of water before going to bed the other night but no solids. No wonder she felt so weak.

"Well that's not negotiable." John says wrapping his arm around her waist. "Come on, let's go to the kitchen." he says tugging her along without a second thought.

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Mindy watched as John started whipping up breakfast for her. Surprisingly, the ship had a kitchen along with cooking materials to make a meal. Still, Mindy learned that all of the food that the boys had were incomplete ingredients sense already cooked food doesn't work well in space. No wonder having to learn at least 10 different meals was a requirement.

As she watched John cook the eggs, Mindy's mind wandered off to a time where she didn't have to worry about her father. She remembered when her mother was still around and would cook breakfast for her as a kid. She'd cook her eggs, bacon, and an optional side of grits. Mindy remembered how she tried to shove it all in her mouth thinking that it'd help her eat faster, resulting in a 3 day tummy ache.

She must've been giggling because John turned around with a smile of his own. "Whatcha giggling for?" he asked turning the stove on a simmer for the bacon and making his way towards Mindy. "Oh nothing." she replies, her stomach making its presence known with another growl. "Yes, I know, she's hiding something." John suddenly remarked. Mindy raised her brow. "Who are you talking to?"

"Your stomach obviously." John replied in a serious, yet playful tone. As if on cue, Mindy's abdomen growled for a 3rd time today. "See?"

"Johna-" Mindy shrieked when John swiftly hoisted her up bridal style. He gave her a small pout. "Shhh, I'm trying to listen to your tummy." At this point, Mindy could tell he was messing with her, the human turned Colossian covering her mouth to muffle her giggles. It wasn't helping when John started pressing his ear to her stomach. "Mph, yeah I see. Yeah yeah that sounds about right."

"John!"

"Hold up, I'm almost done. Okay...oh totally!" John lifts his head and takes a seat in Mindy's chair. "So Mindy, your tummy and I had a little chat," he started. "And it thinks that you've been down lately so it wants to cheer you up." Mindy did not miss the obvious evil smirk that was planted on John's face. She began to wiggle in his tight hold. "John, I don't know what you're up to but don't you dare."

"It's not me. It's your tummy." John says as he reaches up to Mindy's zipper on her jumpsuit but stopped short. "Are you wearing something underneath?" Mindy tilted her head at the question but blushed when she understood what he meant. She was very shy with exposing herself especially with that sorry excuse of a boyfriend she had. Mindy had only known the boys for a few days, but she trusted them more than her own family. And maybe she was in a tickly mood.

With a small nod, Mindy allowed him to unzip her suit, having thrown on one of the gray shirt that had the Colossian symbol on the upper right corner. John returned his evil smirk and wiggled his fingers. "John, don't." Mindy squealed as his fingers got closer. "Just a little further. Almost there~" he teased. Mindy covered her face and whine, arching her back so much the tips of her hair were touching the floor.

Not even seconds later, Mindy shrieked so loud she was surprised that none of the glass in the kitchen broke. John viciously wiggled his fingers on her stomach, Mindy's only source of protection being her shirt. The blonde crackled and giggled, trying to grab for John's hand. "John, no!"

"Mindy yes!" John all but smirked scribbling his fingers all over her tummy, occasionally finding her bellybutton through her shirt. "Gotta make sure you're smiling from ear to ear Mindy. Don't want any of the sadness clouding you up inside."

"Will, help!" Mindy shouted as John let out his own laugh. "He can't hear you. He's in the lab. And even if he did, he won't save you." It was true. Will declined the offer for breakfast, saying he still needed to check the diamonds. Mindy squealed when she felt John lifting up her shirt just a bit and blowing a short but tickly raspberry on her tummy. "Johnny!!!" Mindy cried, laughing whole heartily. When the Colossal noticed a shine in her eyes, he called it quits. "Okay, I think your tummy's satisfied now." he says helping her up to her feet as Mindy quickly scattered away from John. She pulled down her shirt and zipped up her suit. "Not. Funny."

"Then why're you still giggling?" he ask, the smile of Mindy's face having not left her. The two of them heard Mindy's stomach growl again, making her gasp and clench her stomach so tight she could've popped. John laughed. "Don't worry. Your tummy's saying that it's still hungry." On cue, a timer dinged next to the stove, indicating that the bacon was finished. John trolled over to the stove to turn it off. "So, you still want breakfast?"

"After what you did, I deserve all the bacon." Mindy replied not wanting to risk another tummy growl.