Violette sat in the kitchen gripping her now cold cup of coffee, deep in thought. She was hunched over the counter, staring intently at the granite below her. Going back to sleep was not an option, even though she had only slept four hours.

She did not notice Jack sit down next to her and mimic her position. Or the goofy face he was making at her, attempting to get her attention. When he waved his hand inches in front of her face she leaned back in surprise, taking her chair with her.

Halfway to the floor, Jack caught her chair from behind sitting her upright. He laughed his loud booming laugh as he saw the coffee that was spilled down her front.

“You okay there?” He motioned his hand to her ruined pajamas.

“Not funny.” Violette glared at Jack as she stood up and walked over to the sink. This only made Jack laugh harder.

“You were lucky that wasn’t hot Jack.” She shot over her shoulder, dumping the mug in the sink.

“Sorry, but how long have you been up for?” He glanced at the clock that read nearly eight am.

Violette sighed and leaned against the counter. “About an hour, I couldn’t sleep.”

Jack calmed down his laughing, “You do know its Sunday right? Most normal people sleep in. Well except for freaks like Grammy and Grandpa that go to seven o’clock mass.”

Violette laughed with Jack at this, thinking of her Grandparents.

“Hey speaking of freaks Jack, what are you doing up?” She smiled sweetly, as she folded her arms and looked up at him.

He smiled a bit, before turning away. “I sort of just got in.”

“I see…” Violette shook her head.

She was about to leave to change, when Jack really noticed her face for the first time that morning. “Violette, are you okay?”

She had forgotten how hellish she must have looked. “Yea, why?”

“No offense, but you don’t look so great. Did something happen yesterday?” The teasing tone was gone from his voice, and Jack seemed really concerned.

“No, I just didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. I’m fine, really.” Violette smiled, hoping Jack believed her lie.

“I need to go shower though, someone made me spill coffee on myself.” Violette playfully glared at Jack as she walked past him to the bathroom. She was glad he did not pursue the subject any further, she hated lying like this.