Logan saw Charissa come into the kitchen from the front of the house and not say a word to him.<em> Maybe she didn't see me...</em>"Hey. Have a good run?" Turning on the stool to watch his sister he admired the view. "You know, if you keep running around like that someone is going to snatch you up," he said in a joking tone. "Better watch it or it's going to be me" Chuckling a little at his own joke he turned back around and finished his orange juice then took the empty glass to the sink to rinse it out. He wondered if his dad or mom was going to be making breakfast this morning then got all the answer he needed when he started to hear rhythmic squeaking coming from upstairs.<br/><br/>Softly muttering to himself he went to the cupboard and got some cereal down. Grabbing a bowl from another cupboard he poured the cereal into the bowl and  got the milk from the fridge. Setting them down on the counter he filled his bowl with milk and grabbed a spoon taking a couple bites of the cereal. He might have only been sixteen but he had already grown beyond the sugary cereals, instead preferring those that were good for him.