Quarantined with Dylan O'Brien

11

"Good morning,"

Madi says as I walk into the kitchen.
She was ready to cook breakfast for me, along with setting up my computer on the table so I can join the meeting.

"You didn't have to do so much for me-"

I say as I stand there in awe at how well prepared she was.

"Are you feeling hungover?"

She asks handing me a bottle of water while she prepares the coffee.

"Surprisingly only a little, manageable."
"Good good."

She says while nodding.

"The newspaper is on the table, read and drink some coffee while I make the pancakes- I waited until now so they don't get cold."
"Thank you."

I say as I take the coffee. I quickly put it back down on the kitchen counter though.
Sneaking up behind her, I snake my arms around her torso while she cooks.

"Hey-"

Madi says while giggling.

"You smell nice."

I say snuggling my head into her neck.

"That tickles,"

She comments while flipping a pancake.

This feels like a husband and wife kinda thing to do.

I think as a smile creeps on my face.

"Quit snuggling on me and get to your seat, I'm almost done with the pancakes."

She says as I mutter,

"Bummer"

Before leaving her side. 

This is how I want to start my day every day.

How I want to live for the rest of my life.

As cheesy and corny it sounds I found my ideal lifestyle.

I'm just afraid that only Madi can create it. No one else.

Madison Brooks

Well that was something else.
Did he notice or hear my heartbeat? 
I hope that he didn't because its beating crazy fast.

I think as I attempt to put the pancakes on the plate using my hands which were shaking from what just happened.

He was so close and his breath felt nice on my neck, I feel like my knees are growing weak just from thinking about it.

I think as I set his plate in front of him, along with maple syrup and whipped cream.

"Thanks love."

He says as he picks his utensils up.

"Of course."

I say as I turn around and open my mouth wide in shock.

'love'? 
Love?
Love???

I think as I walk back into the kitchen and make my own plate.

No way he just said that.
No, I'm looking into things- love can be used for anyone you love.

Not just someone you have feelings for.
Maybe he only said that from his happiness that I made him food.

If not... I don't know what to say or do.
God I need to stop overthinking.

I finish cooking my own plate and sit in front of him.

Wait, but he said  'Once you see someone in a romantic way, you can never be friends. Never.'
We're friends.