Author Note:

The BDA is close, yet so far.

_____

Normally, waking up in the morning is a repetitive thing. I do it everyday, typically waking up to some kind of shenanigans, sometimes waking up to experience another person in our group dying.

Today was just like all the other days. But this time, I was awoke by something. Someone.

"Saoirse..." I could hear the agitation through her voice. "How the hell do you sleep through the Body Discovery Announcement?!"

In that moment I rushed to door, not ever bothering to change clothes or look presentable to anyone. I saw Prisha standing before me, acting as indifferent to a murder as ever.

"Who's dead?" I asked, curious to know.

"No one," She replied in a huff. "That was my last resort to waking you up. I've been waiting outside your door for over half an hour."

"Oh, yeah," I remembered. "We were gonna walk to breakfast together."

"Did you actually forget?..." The cyanette let out a deep sigh disappointment.

"I might have," I sheepishly answered. "I'll go change into something that I didn't sleep in-"

"Nope," She protested as she grabbed my arm. "I've waited long enough and chances are you'll just fall back asleep on me if I leave you alone for longer."

And so, Prisha pulled me along with her as she made her way to the kitchen. I think she may have said some words, but I was too tired to pay attention.

Once we made it the kitchen I immediately sat down. Prisha sat beside me, since all the seats were taken.

I decided to lay my head down on the table since I was extremely tired.

"Am I the only one who's noticed that pancakes are the only food we eat for breakfast these days?" Hana asked everyone, as she was spreading butter on her pancake.

"What can I say?" Sergey lightly sighed. "Pancakes are easy to make in large quantities."

"So the only way you'll make something besides pancakes is if someone dies?" Leo questioned.

The artist, once again, had syrup in his hair. Nash was the one responsible for that factor, though the pinkette seemed to care less than he did yesterday.

"No one is going to die," Nona assured us all. "Plus, eating pancakes isn't so bad."

"Just wait until your dumbass brother throws a pancake at Pix or something," He said coldy.

"What did you say?" Nona clenched her fist under the table.

The entire kitchen fell silent, since there wasn't much chatter to begin with.

"I just called your brother a dumbass," He bluntly told her, not caring of the consequences.

The drummer grabbed an untouched pancake from the middle of the table, and threw it at Leo's face. She then proceeded to grab the closest bottle of syrup.

"Would you like some syrup with that?" The purpled haired girl held one of the syrup bottles in her hands.

"Since when do you have a personality?" Prisha smirked as she glared at the girl causing a scene.

"Since always," She grabbed another pancake and did the same to Prisha. "This is actually pretty fun."

"Well, fuck," The cyanette slowly exhaled. "I haven't even done anything yet today."

"Maybe we should have a pancake war," Nash suggested, grabbing a handful of pancakes. "It'll be like the the snowball fight, but it's a free for all where we all gang up on Leo and Prisha!"

"I'm out," Prisha quickly got up and ran from the attack that had been declared on her.

"I did not agree to this shit!" Leo yelled, as the twins bombarded him with pancakes.

"Sergey?..." A quiet turned to the man who created the pancakes. "Are y-you going to st-stop th-them?"

"Nah," He replied, preparing to make another batch of pancakes. "It's too early to fuckin' to enter a war."

"Rest In P-Peace, P-Pancake King," Pix mumbled, as she watched things go down like everyone else.

"Anyone notice how we throw as many pancakes as we end up eating?" Naomi pointed out.

"It's quite concerning how much food we waste on average," Cho spoke before he departed from the kitchen.

* * *

After a the war ended, Prisha returned to the kitchen. Aside from Sergey who ended up cleaning the battlefield, all the guys left to do their own thing. Amari stuck around for a bit before they left to buy ice cream.

"Ladies," Hana looked at everyone who remained. "Nona and I have organized-" She paused. "Can somebody wake Saoirse up? I don't want her to be confused when we start."

"I got it," The cyanette who sat beside me quickly took a spray bottle from Sergey and squirted me a few times. "How the heck do you manage to sleep for hours on end?!!"

"Huh?" I sat up and blinked a few times. I was suddenly aware a thousand times more of my surroundings. "I've nothing wrong, ever."

"Uhh, anyways," The stone skippered, continues her speech. "Nona and I planned a day where we all hang out together because we haven't had fun in while."

"I don't know," The streamer looked towards Nona. "Nona seemed pretty excited throwing pancakes at Leo."

"That was a... instinct thing." The drummer attempted to explain herself. "And none of you joined in."

"Maybe we should just have a second Pancake War?" Prisha suggested. "It would piss Sergey off so much on the inside that we ruined the kitchen right after he cleaned it, but he won't get mad at us. It's a win-win situation for everyone."

"No," The brunette with braids denied the other girl's idea. "We're going swimming."

"But it's snowing outside," I pointed out. "Going outside in the snow with a bathing suit is an instant game over."

"B-But there's a indoor p-pool and h-hot t-tub, r-right?" Pix nervously added to the conversation.

"Yes, there is," Nona answered. "And we're all going to it."

"I call dibs on drowning Hana!" Prisha shouted in excitement.

"Not if I drown you first, bitch!" The stone skipper protested.

"This won't end well," Naomi stated.

"Please don't ginx it..." The drummer silently requested.

The six of us went back to ours rooms to change into out swimsuit for this 'girls day' activity.

* * *

"Whoa," I took a deep breath as I entered the room with the pool and hot tub.

I was last to arrive and all the others were already in the hot hub, relaxing. Everyone wore the same swimsuit we wore back the beach island forever ago.

"How are going to do this?" Naomi asked as she turned to Hana and Nona. "You two planned this so what are we doing?"

"I thought we could bring up the things that we enjoy," Nona replied. "Maybe that will help us relax and get to know each other better."

"I'll go first," Hana volunteered. "Even though I'm known for being able to skip a rock across a lake and make it go further than anyone else, I really like sea creatures. Something about them is so fascinating!"

"Hehe," The cyannette laughed at the brunette's passions. "And I thought your life couldn't get anymore boring."

"What fuck did you say, Prisha?" Hana muttered under her breath.

"Just making my usual rounds of being the best person here." She explained, fluffing her pigtail. "Please continue your pointless elucidation about fish."

"I don't even know what 'elucidation means', Prisha..." The stone skipper squinted angrily.

"It means clarification, dumbass," She smirked, enjoying teasing Hana.

"You said you could keep this under control," Naomi whispered to Nona.

"I think it'll be best if they fight this out," She whispered back to the streamer. "That'll eventually get to a point when they'll run out of things to fight about."

"You two are j-just g-going to let Prisha and H-Hana f-fight this out?!..." The fashion designer quietly shouted.

"Well, we aren't going to stop them," The musician answered.

The drummer gave up and sat back in the hot tub to watch Hana and Prisha insult each other. The streamer and fashion also watched; only one of them seemed worried about the situation.

I started to tune out the arguing, seeing as it was getting repetitive and kinda familiar.

Not that watching Prisha and Hana wasn't a common daily occurrence, but their arguing made some memories resurface for some reason.

The arguing brought me back to something. It was years ago, back when I was much younger than I was now. My parents had separated when I was very little, so every weekend I would visit my father and I would live with my mother on weekdays.

I can't really explain why, but I've also preferred being with my mother as opposed to my father. My mum always supported me in whatever I did, while my dad had certain expectations for what I should be like. Every weekend of my life, from before two years ago, was the absolute worst experience I've ever had.

I may not have experienced much in my lifetime, but the constant yelling and disapproval I received from dad about everything I did just pained me in way I'm not sure how to explain.

He said that the 'trouble' I had in social situations was simply a result of me spending too much time on the Internet. Because of this belief of his, he banned me from using any electronic devices at his house. So, instead of 3D modeling or working on the website I made myself, I spent my days at my dad's house alone in my room sleeping.

I would try to sleep through it, but sometimes I could hear him yell at me for my 'lack of' social skills. The memories are so vivid, yet so cloudy and fuzzy. It wasn't that long ago, but it also feels like all of that is behind now. When I turned thirteen years of age, I asked to live my mum permanently with no visiting my dad on weekends. My request was granted and I proceeded to stop all contact with my father. My mum never questioned me or tried to change my mind about this, she did as she does and supported my decision fully.

I didn't realize how much I'd spaced out. I noticed the two girls were still arguing and greatly wanted them to stop.

"Can I talk about what I like?" I quickly spoke wanting the topic to change.

The brunette and cyannette both shut up and turned to me.

"Sure, go ahead," Nona agreed.

"Knives are cool," I said, before remembering to add some kind of explanation. "In my free time I would just watch those videos where people makes knives out of random things."

"You're hobby is definitely more interesting than Hana's obsession with fish." Prisha complemented me. I think.

"I wonder if you could make a knife out of someone's flesh?" I had the sudden question.

"Hold still, Hana," Prisha swiftly turned to the stone skipper. "Saoirse wants me to make a knife out of your flesh."

"So you can make a flesh knife?!" I jumped, splashing a bit of water in excitement.

"I can try," She said, though I was unsure of how much her words weighed.

"Enough, you two," Nona sighed, stepping in. "Please leave."

"Huh?" I blinked in confusion. "What?"

"I'm asking you two, Saoirse and Prisha, to leave the hot tub and this entire room," The drummer told us.

"I haven't done anything yet, though," The girl with glasses argued.

"Didn't y-you try t-to dr-drown H-Hana earlier?" Pix hesitantly brought up.

"D-Didn't y-you tr-try to murder H-Hana a while b-back, Pixie Dust?" The cyannette mocked her.

"Please leave Prisha," The drummer took a deep breath to contain her inner frustration. "You as well, Saoirse."

"Come on, nerd," Prisha stepped out of the hot tub and looked towards the door. "We were too cool for this stupid pool party."

"Isn't calling Saoirse cool contracting your insult of calling her a nerd?" Naomi pointed out.

"Shut the fuck up, Nekowomi!" She shouted back.

"Th-This was absolute d-disaster..." Pix mumbled under her breath. "H-Hopefully, th-things are better at the p-party tomorrow."

Prisha and I both left the hot tub room because Nona kicked us out for talking about knives and semi-murdering Hana.

* * *

Prisha and I didn't instantly depart from the hallway where the pool room was. We just hung around with nothing to do, possibly hoping that Nona would let us back in.

"I think I'll go to bed," I turned to Prisha.

"At 2 pm?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Didn't you oversleep this morning?" She reminded me.

"I can always sleep more," I told her.

"You might be the weirdest person I've ever met in the sixteen years I've been alive," She bluntly told me. "I guess that makes you the most memorable."

"It's good to be remembered, though," I added.

"If you aren't remembered for something fucking terrible then it's a good thing," She corrected me. "Good night, nerd."

"Good night, Prisha," I repeated what she said to me.

I parted with Prisha and made my way to my room to sleep for the afternoon.

Tomorrow was the party. According to me from the other day, there's a 33% chance someone will die at the party. Those chances are under 50%, so I'd say tomorrow looks bright and murder free.

_____

Author Note:

I got a little sad while writing the Saoirse bit.

I have a hard time writing bad father figures. ;-;