Revenge Is Sweet

40 - Leal

𑁍𝚂𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚊𑁍

I'm not very good at making pancakes. Or bacon. Or eggs. Or waffles.

Or anything, really. I'm very bad with timing.

So, it's cereal this morning.

Greyson never came out of his room this morning. I think he's still asleep which is surprising since he's usually up before I am.

He goes to sleep late but wakes up early. It's weird, and I wonder how he's getting enough sleep like that.

But anyway, since he's usually awake before I am, he makes breakfast for us. But he's not awake this morning. I'm only own.

I'm not complaining, of course. It's amazing to wake up with breakfast done downstairs, but it's also okay when there isn't breakfast done. I'm capable of making it myself, after all.

I feel like I should make him something too, but I just don't know how to. I could pour him some cereal, but it might be soggy by the time he gets up.

Clem meows at me, sitting proudly on the counters that Greyson keeps telling us she's not allowed on.

I smile at her and scratch under her chin, earning happy purrs from her as she tilts her chin up and closes her eyes.

I gasp and jump at the sound of the loudest fucking honk I've ever heard. Clem gets scared too. She jumps and scurries off the counter. I spin around and look wide eyed at the doorway.

Greyson groans and shuffles into the kitchen like a goddamn zombie. I grimace as I inch closer to the corner. "Oh god," I mumble.

Grey sniffles and rubs his eyes. "What time is it?" He mutters, squinting through the light in the living room.

"Nine." I quietly reply, watching him closely. He's sick!

I noticed a little bit of sniffling the day after we got home, but Greyson wrote it off as allergies. I let it go after that and just ignored his sniffles.

My indestructible man is very clearly sick.

"You need to get back to bed." I huff, resting my hands on my hips. "You look fucking disgusting."

Greyson frowns at that. "That's rude."

"Go." I point to the doorway.

"But I'm hungry." He complains on a groan, tossing his head back to the ceiling. He sniffles some more.

I sigh deeply and carefully approach him, handing off my untouched bowl of cereal. "Here." I offer. "Go on. Go to bed. You're going to get germs all over the house." I start pushing him back towards the doorway.

Grey frowns and looks over his shoulder at me, stumbling along. "Lay with me?" He requests.

I shake my head. "Fuck no." I scoff, being more careful up the stairs when pushing him. "You're going to get me sick."

Greyson whines at that, lazily lifting one foot and then the other up the stairs. "But I'm sick and weak." He reasons.

"Weak?" I scoff. "What happened to the indestructible Greyson I know?"