Cleopatra ᗢ Elizabeth Olsen x Y/N

Next Morning - 5

(Y/N's POV)
But I was sad you asked it, as I laid in a black dress
With my father in a casket, I had no plans
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Waking up the next morning, I start to open my eyes, but shut them back closed immediately after seeing the light flood in from the blinds.

Wait. Those aren't my blinds.

Taking in more of my surroundings, I realize that I'm not in just anyone's bedroom, I'm in Xela's. Last night, it had gotten late as we were just talking, and I couldn't refuse the offer to stay over. Right now, I'm in a pair of her pajamas she was so kind to lend me. The bed is pretty comfy, I will say that.

Slowly removing their arm that's wrapped around my stomach, I gently sit up, hoping to not wake Xela up. She stirs a little, but in the end, buries her face back into the pillow. That's a relief, I'd hate to be the one to wake them up.

Don't get the wrong idea, I'm not leaving, I'm not that kind of person. I'm heading to the kitchen, to make us breakfast before we have to head into work. Now, I can confidently say, we didn't think how we would go to work. Or what we would say, because I know two particular people who are going to ask endless questions. I'm not sure if Xela knows that, though.

Luckily, Xela's fridge is stocked with lots of stuff, it won't be hard to make a meal out of this. Getting everything I need, I work as quietly as I can to not wake Xela up. Breakfast in bed is the least I can do.

The stove is cooking the food, making the smell of breakfast fill the air. I'll wait for drinks, since I don't know what Xela likes to drink in the morning. Not exactly remembering where plates and silverware are, I have to open a few cabinets and drawers before I find everything.

As the food is about ready, I feel two arms snake around my waist, making me jump slightly.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya," Xela says, now facing me.

"It's ok," I reassure her. "I'm making breakfast."

"You didn't have to," Xela adds, watching me plate the food.

"It's the least I could do."

They question, although already knowing the answer. "No fighting?"

"Nope," I confirm, handing Xela a plate. "Although I did not get drinks since I don't know what you like to drink with breakfast."

"Usually juice or coffee, whatever I feel like that morning."

Smiling slightly, I reply. "And what would you be in the mood for today then?"

"Well, I can say I slept pretty well last night. So todays a juice day."

I smile even bigger now, knowing that it was the best nights sleep I've gotten in a long time.

"Juice coming right up then," I turn back around to the glasses I had set out for us. Heading to the fridge, I grab the juice out and pour us each a glass.

"Here you go Xel," I say, quickly shutting my mouth when I realize that nickname slipped.

"Xel, I like that," they smile, "No one's ever called me that."

"Really?" I question, now feeling. a bit more relaxed.

"Mh-mhh," Xela says, taking a sip of juice.

Sitting down, we dig into the hopefully halfway decent food.

"Woah, Y/N, you're an amazing cook, this is amazing."

I question, not truly believing it. "Really?"

"Yes!" Xela says as if it's the most obvious thing on the planet.

"Now there is one thing we did not think about," I bring up the subject that's bound to come sometime.