The present is frozen but the future is bright.
Scotty woke up earlier than Marcel, he wanted to surprise him with breakfast. He wanted a way to say thank you for being there for him. The only problem is he wasn't sure what to make. Maybe he could make bacon and eggs, or pancakes, maybe some waffles? Whatever it was he needed to hurry up and make it. He decided he would go for something simple, pancakes, he would love pancakes. Scotty got to work, grabbing a recipe off the internet, grabbing flour, sugar, baking powder, salt, milk, butter, one egg, vanilla extract. He grabbed his utensils and bowls to mix everything, he poured all of his dry ingredients into the bowl mixing them, he then put the butter in a bowl and into the microwave to melt. When the butter melted he added the egg, vanilla extract, and butter into a bowl, whisking them together, then adding it to the dry ingredients. He turned on the stove top burner and added butter to a skillet, putting the pan on the stove and getting ready to make the pancakes. Scotty was so busy he didn't hear Marcel walk in, the tall sleepy man with unkempt hair standing in the doorway. "What are you doing?" Marcel mumbled. Scotty turned to him smiling, "I'm making pancakes, what are you doing?" he fires back. "Watching you make pancakes." he snickers. Marcel wanders further into the kitchen, almost right behind Scotty. Setting his chin on top of Scotty's head, the sleepy man yawned and nuzzled into him.
Scotty turned around to Marcel, looking up at him smiling. Marcel put his hand onto Scotty's head, fluffing up Scotty's hair. Within seconds the pancakes burn, scotty turned around quickly, turning off the burner, frowning. "I burned them." he looks down, than back up "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to burn them." Marcel shrugged, "It doesn't matter, what matters is you put thought into it." Marcel smiled soothingly at Scotty.
After trashing the burnt pancakes they decided to just go out for breakfast. They went to a local diner, they talked about their mornings so far, asking small things like 'how was your night?' or 'did you sleep well?'. After a good breakfast they went home.
Once again everything is fine again, the day going on.
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Baggage (BasicallyIDo407)
FanfictionScotty never really had loving parents, it wasn't that they were controlling, or mean they just didn't have time for their son. Which left Scotty alone most of the time, he kept things to himself and never really bothered telling people how he felt...
