It's a Boy Girl Thing

[Ioan Flannigan]

Ioan entered the kitchen rubbing sleep from his eyes and yawned as he went for the coffee pot. “Morning,” he said to his housemates as he poured himself a cup wearing only his boxers and a t-shirt. He grabbed a box of cereal and poured himself a bowl before digging his spoon into it and taking a bite. Sitting himself across the kitchen table he tucked in quietly not really awake yet.

Taking yet another sip of his coffee he smiled as his reason for being awake bounded into the kitchen running her hands through her long blonde hair, Merlin how he loved her. Peyton looked fucking gorgeous, even after a night of almost no sleep, he thought to himself. And yet, as he looked over there was the brunette that baffled, confused and frustrated him to no end, and still he had a soft spot for her.

[Peyton Sawyer]

Peyton bounded down the stairs and sauntered into the kitchen ruffling her blonde hair as she went. “Good morning,” she said cheerily as she walked over to Ioan who was sat at the table and put her arms around his waist while she kissed his cheek, “Coffeeee!” she exclaimed excitedly seeing his cup barely touched and stole it from him, taking a sip.

“You make a mean cup of coffee Mr Flannigan,” she smiled before sitting beside him in her cute pyjamas that consisted of little blue shorts and a yellow top with matching blue straps. Peyton looked quite pretty even with bed head, but she had secretly slipped out of bed before Ioan woke up washed her face and put on a little lip gloss before sneaking back into bed which was when she then woke him up.

((ooc: Hope it was okay that I started this Emma, let the green monster of jealousy come out and play! Hehe))

[Daniel Barnes]

Rolling out of bed early that morning, Dan had begrudgingly dressed in his tracksuit bottoms and t-shirt in semi-darkness, put on his running shoes and went out for a morning run before his housemates were awake. He knew if he really wanted to seriously try out for the open Beater spot at Wigtown Wanderers, he needed to work on his overall fitness and get it back to that level it had been when in the middle of Quidditch season at school, and this was the only thought that ran through his mind as his feet pounded rhythmically on the streets surrounding their house. Well, he also had another thought lingering at the back of his mind but he'd forced himself over the past few weeks to consciously avoid thinking about a certain blonde. Having her living under the same roof as him didn't really help matters along but he'd forced himself to focus on something, anything, else and he saw his upcoming tryout as something to focus said attention on and so that is exactly what he had been doing.

Slowing down he breathed steadily in and out as he walked back up their street, his heart rate returning to its regular level as he unlocked the front door and slipped inside. Dan made his way soundlessly through the house, not sure whether any of his housemates were up yet, but he'd learned from 19 years of experience that Rachael really didn't appreciate being woken up early at all and then she usually made her feelings quite clear... the bruises often took a while to heal. As such, Dan was more cautious now. Going to his room he took off his t-shirt, dumping it somewhere on his bedroom floor, before grabbing a fresh one and his hoodie, slipping it on quickly as he walked back through to the kitchen. Dan poured himself a bowl of cereal, added milk, and was soon chewing mouthfuls of cornflakes as he padded aimlessly about the kitchen. That was, until his pointless pacing was interrupted by Rachael in all her grumpy glory.

[Rachael Barnes]

Rachael woke up from a night of very little sleep and a lot of tossing-and-turning, thanks to the not so stealthy reentrance of what she assumed was her brother- he'd gone a bit mental in the head, she decided, when he considered trying out for the Wigtown Wanderers, and so now went for morning runs more regularly. Usually, he had the decency to run long enough for her to wake up naturally of her own accord before he returned, but alas today it was not to be. Groaning in annoyance she sat up testily, already a tad grumpy from the lack of sleep, and opened her eyes- said eyes now being full of mischeviousness at the possibility of punishing Dan for unwittingly waking her up. Dressed in her usual nightwear - a grey vest top and matching grey short bottoms - Rachael barely paused to pull on a pair of socks and twisting her hair up into a clip before marching through to the kitchen to confort Dan, she could already hear him munching on cereal.

"Dan, my darling brother, if you're going to try and do the sneaky, stealth act to get back into the house I suggest you do it much better in future," Rachael commented, starting off with a somewhat pleasant smile before her features contorted into one of her usual pissed-off looks and she frowned, "Idiot," she finished off with, swiftly hitting him over the back of the head as punishment, just because she could. Rachael, you see, was decidedly not a morning person. Crossing over to the fridge she grabbed the carton of orange juice, pouring herself a glass, before pulling out one of the chairs at the table and sitting down in it with a huff of annoyance (again just because she could).

So fixed was she on fixing her brother with the usual 'you will seriously regret waking me up for the rest of you life' look, she didn't hear Ioan until he said 'morning'. "Mmm," she said distractedly, barely having time to add anything else because then the ever bubbly Peyton practically danced into the kitchen. "Good morning?! You're mental, Cullen," she said simply in a dry tone as she took a sip of orange juice and shifted in her chair, tucking her legs up to her chest as she sat more comfortably. Shooting a quick look over to her brother she saw his face change to slight happiness as Peyton arrived, then quickly sober as she kissed Ioan on the cheek. "Jesus, Dan, could you please control your face?" she pointed out loudly, suspecting that she hadn't said enough to give away his disappointed look to the otherwise oblivious Ioan and Peyton, but enough for him to understand why she was now smirking in amusement.

((ooc: Sorry this is a little late, and long, haha I just love writing as these two!))

[Ioan Flannigan]

With Peyton’s interruption Ioan abandoned his bowl of cereal for something even better- Peyton. He slid his arms gently around her waist and with perfect ease it seemed picked her up and set her on his lap. “Why thank you Miss Cullen,” he said meeting her lips, a welcomed distraction as he took the mug from her hand, “Might I remind you that this is mine and not yours,” he teased smirking at her with his usual pleasantly crooked smile.

As she stole a bite of his cereal however he protested again, “Hey, that’s my cereal too, get your own bowl,” he laughed she was too adorable to argue with. He sighed at her teasing response, “I really can’t win can I?”

[Peyton Sawyer]

Peyton smiled as she parted from the kiss realising the coffee cup was no longer in her hand, “Hey,” she started but smirked mirroring Ioan as he sipped his coffee. Instead she stole a bite of his cereal in defiance and giggled when he protested. “Mmhm then these are not your lips to kiss,” she teased playfully pointing to herself. “Nope,” she smirked admittedly a bit flirtily at him. “Fine,” she sighed heavily as she hopped from his lap as though it was a great burden for her to get her own bowl of cereal.

Plodding over to the fridge she grabbed the carton of orange juice and poured herself a class before getting her own bowl of cereal and sat back down beside Ioan tucking into her cereal slowly. She smiled over at Rachael, “I prefer uniquely peppy in the morning,” she replied jokingly. Both Peyton and Ioan looked up from their cereal then in confusion from Dan to Rachael, “There’s nothing wrong with his face,” said Peyton after finishing her bite of cereal as she surveyed Dan’s face meticulously.

((ooc: That's okay I enjoyed them very much, I always love reading Dan and Rachael!))