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As the sun rose, Nelson rolled around in his old fashioned, wooden head-board bed, in his farmhouse that stood tall, miles away from the city. The sun had beamed in his eyes, forcing his light blue eyes to shoot open. Nelson grunted as he picked his arm up, and checked the time on his gold in-crested Visachi watch. It read 7:30. Nelson rolled around a few more times, and finally picked himself up after another 15 minutes.

The farmhouse was exactly what he needed to keep himself sane through the city life. Having a secret suburban getaway, was exactly what he needed. Creaking wooden steps, old fashioned gas oven, wooden floors, he loved it. Although he couldn't go day without his 12 by 12 inch flat screen wall, spa edition hot-tub, and golden living room set, he still felt like this was his home. This was where he grew up. Nelson yawned as he walked through the home, with the smell of eggs and pancakes filling the air. He rolled his shoulders, and lifted an eyebrow. With only his Calvin Klein boxer briefs and panda slippers on, he crept down the stairs and crept around the corner. He peaked into the kitchen, and sighed with relief. It was only Brenda.

"Good-morning, sleepy-head." She said, glancing over her shoulder as she fixed pancakes in an over-sized 'Camp Lazlo' t-shirt that looked to be Nelson's. "Good-morning, Brenda." He said, walking over to his couch and slopping onto it. "Your mixer starts in about an hour." She said, flipping the pancakes one more time before placing them on two plates.
"Thanks, I know." He said, searching for the remote. "It's on the coffee table," Brenda said, as if she knew exactly what he was looking for. Nelson nonchalantly nods. "Thanks."

"You okay?" She asked, handing him a plate of pancakes, eggs, and sausages. "Do you want some milk? I bought some last night on my way in."
"No, I'm fine.." Nelson said, placing his head in his palms. "When did you get in here?" Nelson asked, looking over at his ex as she swirled around in his office chair that belonged upstairs. She took a fork full of eggs. "I'd say around 3, maybe close to 3:40." She said, folding her honey brown hair behind her ear. "Why?"
Nelson shrugged and put the plate down. "I-I don't know, I just didn't hear you come in."
"Yeah? Well I don't like being heard." She said, in a joking matter, but Nelson was serious. He looked at her, then at the plate of beautifully cooked food. "I'll eat the food later." He sighed, getting up from the couch and heading back up stairs.

"What's your deal?" She asked, putting the plate down, but too lazy to get out the chair.
"Nada," Nelsons responded, becoming out of sight back up the steps.
"Did you meet a girl yet?" Brenda called from downstairs.
"Yep, but I wasn't mixed with anyone yet. Hence the mixer, you know?"
"Oh, right..right..So when can I meet her?" Brenda smiled, then couldn't help but laugh.
"Stop it, Brenda." Nelson sternly said as he got ready for his shower.
Brenda giggled. "What? You can't take a joke?"
Nelson said nothing, and started the water.
45 minutes later, he stepped out the farmhouse dressed and ready. Brenda opened the door behind him and watched him get in the car. "Don't come back until you've got yourself a fiance!" She shouted over the trees as he pulled off of the dirt road.
Nelson looked at her with no emotion before saying, "Bye, Brenda."
Brenda laughed again, then gave him a wave.
On to the mixer.