𝓦𝓸𝔀, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓱𝔂 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓷

. － Twenty Seven // Jared － . (Rem;)

Jared's P.O.V (Remade)

I wake up.

Alone, and with a weird Connor-shaped dent in the bed next to me. I reach for my glasses, eventually finding them, and putting them on my face.

"So he must have gone home then, huh?" I mumble to myself. I open my door, figuratively being smacked in the face with some random food smell from downstairs. Did my mom come home early, or...? Walking down, I look into the kitchen. Nope. Definitely not mom.

"Oh, hey." I walk in. He's definitely cooking something, I can tell you that. "G'morning." I respond, stretching my arms up. I walk up to him, wrapping my arms around his waist once again, and looking down from behind him to what he's making. Pancakes. Fucking pancakes. 

I nuzzle my face into his neck, shoving my glasses further up on my head. "You didn't have to do some extravagant breakfast shit for me." He shrugs. "I wanted to." I pause and look up at him. "Your a sappy emo.." "Hey- no. I'm not, I'm scary, remember? Rawr." "That was the most adorable thing I've ever seen and heard, babe."

He smiles. "Okay, fine. Maybe I'm a little bit cute, but you can't tell anyone." I smile back at him, moving my face more toward the side of his neck and kissing it. He jumps. "Yeah, no, your the cutest fucking thing." I say, walking back upstairs. "I'm gonna go change, you can grab some clothes from your house when we're done eating, apparently. I'll drive you there." He nods, and I make my way to my room.

~

"How long did this take you to prepare..?" Is all I can muster as I stare at the fully set dining table. "Like, an hour? I dunno." He shrugs, placing a plate down in front of himself and then sitting down. "Dude really, I could've just made some cereal." "Ehh. Cereal's boring, dont'cha think?" I sigh, sitting down across from him. "Fine, Mr. Elaborate." 

"What, you don't like it?" "No, it's not that." Stop fucking talking. "My dad, he used to make these extreme breakfasts." Oh my god, you absolute moron. "Likewhat?" He shoves a piece of pancake into his mouth. "I dunno. Cool stuff. Crepes, omelets, things like that. Weird Jewish cultural shit too."

"He's Jewish?" I cut into my pancakes to avoid spilling my entire life story in one sitting. "Mhm." "So, your Jewish?" "You couldn't tell?" He shrugs at me, swallowing whatever he was eating from his plate before. "I could sort of tell." "Oh, sure. You had no idea until I told you right now, did you?" "Well- alright, maybe. But you do not at all act Jewish."

"Mmkay, how do Jewish people act in your mind?" Finally, a change of subject. "Uhh.. little blonde boys. Little blonde boys with weird styles. Who wear a lot of blue." I try to fake some sort of offended face. "Connor, that was racist." "You asked! I'm not Jewish, I'm not even- like, I don't have any religion. I'm just your," He sighs, rolling his eyes.

"Regular American Stoner White Boy." I snort. "Ohmyfuckinggodno," His eyebrow raises. I can feel myself cracking up, "Let's stop talking about this, it's stupid as fuck." "Yeah, maybe." 

"Definitely." We finish, some random subject being the topic of conversation for a bit. He grabs my plate and brings it over to the sink. "Do you think that I could like, stay at yours for today too...?" I lean on the counter. "Why? 'S boring over here. Basically just me." "That's why it's not boring, Jared." 

"Alright, you sappy emo. Sure. You can stay." He smiles, literally the most gut-melting thing you can think of. But multiply that by one thousand million. Or more. That's Connor Murphy's fucking smile. "Thanks." He steps closer, kissing me on the cheek, something else completely melt-worthy. I hold it in, keep my somewhat chill facade.

"Yeah, yeah. It doesn't really bother me, I mean, free pancakes." He elbows me. "I'm not your boyfriend just to make you pancakes, asshole." He laughs. "Well, okay, that's part of the reason." "This is because of the Jewish stereotype thing, huh?" "Maaaybe." "I said I didn't mean it to be offensive!" "Dude, chill! I was just playing with you." "Ughh... your lucky your so cute." "So are you."

Word Count : 770

Time : jwkefbwfuewuwhu 10:38 p.m. im tired but i went to bed instead of updating yesterday so now im paying the price lmao

Inspiration : hiyeswedoingood (getting to an ending point soon-)

P.O.V For The Next Chapter : your regular everyday american white boy stoner