(Lol. Yeah, I got it. ;P)
"Yeah, yeah. I'll…leave you to your rest, then," Spencer said, starting to back out of the room. He pointed to a button beside the bed. "If you need anything, just press that button, and I'll get an alert and come up."
Anya nodded, but she had no intention of ever pressing that button. “Got it.” She gently sat herself down on the bed. “See you… in a few…” Anya paused, a grin creeping up on her face. “Well, if I’m.. lucky, then… see you in… a day or two… but if not… see you in… twelve hours ish.”
(Crud, I forgot again…
I started to write, and then I got distracted by other notifications.)
Spencer smirked at Anya. "Yeah. I'll see you then. Get some rest, and let me know if you want anything. And I mean that," he said before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him.
“Mm-hmm,” Anya said, laying down and pulling the covers over her until she disappeared under the mound. “Bye,” she said, her voice muffled.
(Should we time skip to morning or something?)
//probly
//unless you want me to say, “Anya was asleep.” :p
(Lol Turtle)
//xD
(is typing)
(XD Lol. No, that's okay. We'll skip.)
Spencer walked around the main level of the safe house, barefoot and wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt as pajamas. It was six in the morning, but he was wide awake. Or at least, he would be, after he got his coffee made.
After starting the coffee, he scrounged around in the fridge for something at least decently edible. He grunted when all he could find was a bow of cereal, and there wasn't even any milk. Shaking his head, he grabbed a bowl from the cupboard next to the refrigerator and poured some of the cereal into it.
It was stale.
Spencer scrunched his nose and continued to eat it anyway, ignoring the staleness.
Anya groaned when a ray of sunlight snuck in through the window to hit her directly on her face, rolling over and pulling the covers over her head.
That was a mistake.
She’d managed to stay pretty still when she was asleep, but it was clear that test was doing nothing to help fix her injuries. “Ugh.”
Anya poked her head out from under the mound of blankets to see the clock. 6 AM. “It’s too eaarrrllyyyy,” she complained, rather loudly.
Anya didn’t notice, but when she’d turned over, she’d accidentally hit the “come help me I’m weak and pitiful” button.
(Lol. Yes, that's what Spencer was thinking when he suggested she use the button. XD)
Spencer got an alert on his phone (that he somehow magically has!) that Anya had pressed her button. He quickly stood up from his place at the island counter and put his bowl in the sink, then made his way upstairs to Anya's room.
He knocked on the door before speaking through it. "Hey, is everything all right?"
(I miss Bobbi and Hunter.)
:(
(I miss Bobbi and Hunter.)
:(
(ME TOO)
(I miss Bobbi and Hunter.)
:((ME TOO)
//DONT REMIND ME
(Lol. Yes, that's what Spencer was thinking when he suggested she use the button. XD)
Spencer got an alert on his phone (that he somehow magically has!) that Anya had pressed her button. He quickly stood up from his place at the island counter and put his bowl in the sink, then made his way upstairs to Anya's room.
He knocked on the door before speaking through it. "Hey, is everything all right?"
//XD
“What?” Anya called. “Who’s… what?”
She suddenly remembered Spencer’s lecture about the button. She turned her head slightly and noticed that, instead of staying a pale blue color, the button was now flashing bright green.
“Oooh. No, I’m… I’m fine. I, uh… I accidentally… pushed the button.”
//Emmmmmmaaaaaaaa
(She's at church, she'll be back soon)
//ahh
okey dokey
(Spencer's "lecture". Lol.
I love her reactions!)
"Okay, if you're sure," Spencer replied, still speaking through the closed door. "Uh… If you're hungry, or anything, we've got dry cereal for breakfast… Oh, and coffee. I just brewed a pot of it, so it's fresh."
“I can… hardly hear you,” Anya said. “You can… open the… door. I’m decent.” She couldn’t help but smile. “Also, why… is that button… in such an… an easily accessible spot?”
Spencer rolled his eyes at her comment about being decent, but he opened the door anyway.
"To be honest, I have no idea. Remember I said that I had no say in how they set this place up? Well, that includes the buttons," he answered.
“Huh. Strange.” Anya shrugged, then winced, grabbing her shoulder, then grimaced, because all three actions hurt. “Dam. (Have you read pjo?) You’d… think that sleep… would help… but noooo…”
(No, but you're referring to the dam jokes, right? Like about the gift shop and such?)
"What's wrong? How is it hurting?" Spencer asked curiously as he stepped farther into the room.