“He bows his and I bow mine back and then poke him in the stomach. He walks out of the kitchen leaving me and Stark. He bows his head and I bow back. He gives me his hand and I take it. We do a ball dance too but more serious. I smile as we move like this to a rock song, were so different. By the end of the song the french toast that were in the pan were burnt to a crisp. We threw them away then finished up. When we were done Stark set the table and I brought the food over to the table. Breakfast is done boys! They piled into the kitchen like a pack of savage dogs. We all sat down and ate while the boys talked about some stuff from the party the other night. I stayed silent not wanting to discuss the party. When we were done me and Stark picked up and I started doing dishes. Stark looked at me funny. What? Nothing its just that no one does the dishes unless someone gets tired of seeing them piled up. I roll my eyes. Well I don't like a messy house.”
