I finished making breakfast, and I was humming to myself. I made two plates, placing them on the table. I sat down and ate, not knowing when Eric would be up. Yes, I was slightly mad at him, but I loved him. Nothing could stop that. I sighed, eating everything on my plate. I was slightly hungry. I finished and realized the apartment was slightly messy. I cleaned my dishes and left Eric's plate on the table.<br/>Before I actually started cleaning, I grabbed my I-Home and plugged it in, putting my i-pod in it. I played it silently, as not to was Eric.<br/>Then, I cleaned and cleaned.