Dan turned over onto his side towards Phil, yawning. He tossed his arm to the space next to him where Phil lay to find it empty. He blinked in confusion, adjusting to the bright sunlight shining through the blinds. He sniffled a few times, and pulled the blankets more tightly around him. The smell of pancakes was drifting throughout the flat. Dan's chapped lips turned up at the corners.
He stumbled out of the bed and traipsed downstairs, still in his flannel pants. Brown curls fell in front of his eyes, and he pushed his fringe back, realizing that he hadn't straightened his hair, or even brushed it. His laziness would get him one day. He walked into the kitchen, eyelids still drooping from his half woken state.
Phil was at the counter, dividing the finished pancakes onto two plates. Dan smiled fondly, and snuck up behind him, wrapping his arms around Phil's stomach. "Good morning, love."
Phil yelped, then laughed, trying to pry himself out of Dan's grip. "Dan," he whined. "I could have spilled the pancakes!" He struggled to pull away.
Dan pressed his lips to Phil's cheek, peppering him with kisses. He beamed up at Phil, eyes wide.
Phil rolled his eyes. "You're such a dork." He gave up, and relaxed his head back into the crook between Dan's neck and shoulder. His hands dropped the spatula, and it clattered on the ceramic plates. He moved his hands down to Dan's wrists, rubbing the pad of his thumb in small circles. He pecked Dan's lips. He laughed at the awkward position, and turned around to face Dan. He placed his hands on Dan's hips, smirking. He leaned forward and kissed Dan harder, murmuring, "Wear your hair like that more."
"I hate my curls," Dan said.
"Mm, God, you look so hot like that, though," said Phil. He dra...
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...my pancakes."
Dan looked horrified and pulled out of the embrace to stare at Phil. "Oh no, they must be cold!"
"Yeah, but remember, 'Fuck the pancakes.'"
"I really want those pancakes now. Sucking cock tends to make one hungry," Dan said.
Rolling his eyes, Phil shook his head. "Maybe you could have breakfast first. You love my pancakes and now you have to make your own, because you were a horny teenager."
"Oh please, you love my mouth."
"Maybe."
"Maybe?" Dan repeated. "You didn't exactly stop me from sucking you off, did you?"
Phil opened his mouth in mock hurt. "Excuse me?"
Dan just laughed and nudged Phil's shoulder. Phil shoved him back, tongue sticking out from the side of his mouth. "Want to heat up those pancakes now?"
"Ooh, yes!" Dan exclaimed. He rose from the tile and held out his hand for Phil. "Now, love, how exactly do you heat up pancakes?"
After one look Phil recognized the sarcasm and followed suit, “Is that all? Whoohoo, Yippee hooray. Lets jump for joy.”
“For God’s sake,” he said, not turning round. “Don’t make supper for me. I’m going out.”
"You know what? I don't feel very hungry anymore. Why don't you take that pizza back?" I asked.
“Wow! You were as hungry as I was. Be a good boy and I’ll see you later.”
“The house is settling,” my Italian carer would say as the lights dimmed and glowed in her ghostly presence… but this wasn’t all the house did. I slept in my room. Well, not really slept. Sleep was never something I did much of, especially early on. My worries at seven pm far outweighed my need for sleep. Awake. Forever awake. My father had left me. My mother…
“Oh you noticed!” Rachel said trying to be coy, “You looking pretty sexy today too babe!” she then wrapped her arms around his waist and pecked him on the cheek.
“Morning sweety, you must be famished. I have French toast!” I sat down and smiled, but still did not stop staring at Colton. He giggled,
Phil chewed on his lower lip but nodded his head. Lilly giggled and pointed to Dan as she began to walk away. “You too,” she added.
“Hey, that’s enough, don’t make things worse for yourself,” Lucky bellowed to Tony. Butterfly laughs, “Well, it wasn’t because I was madly in love with you,
Everyone had woken up. I hopped out of my bed and approached the pile of my neatly folded clothes on an ancient wooden chair and picked them up. I put on my filthy white washed top; pulled up my compacted jeans; reached out to my red pointed hat and greasy brown boots and strolled down the
As Jonas laid in the bed - which was much more decorated then what he was used to - his mind began to clear up. He hadn’t realized it at first, but he could tell that his mind was groggy when he had first woken up. Jonas started to move around in the bed when
"Good job, girls. Now, was that too hard?" Yes, it was. "Go clean yourselves for dinner." Lola smiled.
Everything seemed hazy through his umber eyes, like being trapped within a nightmare in which soon he would awake from and start his day off routinely,
I scarcely snoozed at all, the day before; incidentally, I felt insecure regarding the fact of what the unfamiliar tomorrow may bring and that was rather unnerving. After awakening from a practically restless slumber, I had a hefty breakfast expecting that by the conclusion of the day, all I wanted to do is go back home and sleep. Finally, after it was over, my dad gladly drove me to school; there, stood the place where I would spend my next four years of my life.
On the kitchen floor he set her down, held her in his arms, and kissed her. “Thanks.”