Debbie
The morning sun hit the breakfast table, turning the room into a warm, golden haze. I woke up to an empty bed, the sheets still holding the scent of Rain’s sweat and the electric hum of the night before. I didn't bother with a real outfit; I just grabbed one of Rain’s biggest shirts—something to fit me. Luckily, I found one. Although it didn't give the baggy, oversized vibes, it still felt like a dress. I walked out of the room to the kitchen, my feet silent on the hardwood.
As I got down the stairs, the boys were already there. They looked up as I approached.
"Wooooahhhh," River cooed, a massive grin spreading across his face. "Debbs? How is this happening?"
"When did—f**k! I said it!" River slammed his hand on the table. "I knew it! My nose can’t be wrong. I perceived you ever
