1. Hit or Miss

Chapter Seventy Four

I huffed not ready to move even after feeling like I had slept for eternity. Cars and trucks were speeding down the main road outside. Birds whom hadn't migrated yet were singing their big hit. I felt a cool air waft through that made me instinctively groan sleepily and pull more cover over my head. A faint noise from the kitchen is what had me curious enough to stop mid turn. I let my eyes open less than a flutter and groaned at that too. I was too comfortable, too overslept, and too worn out to be this in need this early.

I felt stranger when my smelling sense came back to me and a hint of food caressed my nostrils. I blinked and then and flailed an arm to be sure I was thinking correctly. Sure enough, the other side of my bed was empty. What was new? I lifted my body slowly to sitting with my legs crossed and rubbed my eyes. I knew who was here, I knew what they were doing, but I had to see it. My entire being was going to make me go into the damn kitchen and check it out. I almost grunted again and scooted to accomplish at least dangling my legs off the bed. Another huff escaped my lips and I stood finally.

I mosied over to my phone, noticing Dan's was just out as well. It eased me somehow that he didn't keep it on him always with us. I pressed my lock button to reveal the time. It was officially way afternoon and felt a hint of guilt then wonder. How long had Danny been up? I set my phone down carefully not to make a noise. I didn't for some reason want him knowing I was alive yet and ruin whatever he was attempting in my home. I slowly opened the door to reveal that the actual body of the house was freezing. It then dawned on me that a cape blanket wasn't terrible attire. I spun to grab my purple one and draped it over me.

I stepped into the door way that was leading into the living room silently and heard popping noises of bacon becoming louder. I made a face to myself that was due to me thinking it silly he was going to make breakfast for me. I slowly wandered to the next door way through the living room and poked my head around the corner. It was almost a role reversal at it's finest.

"And I can't let you go! I can't let you go! Gimme no reason, HEY gimme no rhymes, just gimme that feelin, all of the ti-HIME! I WANNA TOUCH, YOU! Till we're stuck like glue! I WANNA TOUCH, YOU! Yeah baby that is true!" Danny was belting out acapella Def Leppard and I held my mouth shut with my hand just shaking my head. He was in his own stadium, with his bacon, just tearing it up. I shifted to lean on the door frame just enjoying him in his own rock show. His curls bobbed with his head each time he dipped his head with the beat. I smiled wider as his facial expressions grew serious with the song. He flipped over another slice of crispy pork and I almost blew my cover as grease popped back at him. "Hey! You just, calm your tits bacon! Don't make me burn you! AH!" more grease spit in response and I shook my head looking at the ceiling.

I wondered how long he had been in here still now that the bacon and he seemed to have been battling it out. Dan went back to murmuring his song and bobbing after he quit. I looked over as a yellow box got my attention. It was my pancake mix and I felt my hunger applaud the man. He was one-upping me. I was willing to accept it too. I eyed a couple glasses of milk on the counter-top closest to me. I barely reached for the closest one when Dan slapped a spatula down on the stove making me jump. He narrowed his eyes looking to the glass and back to me. I grinned like a child caught with their hand in a cookie-jar and wrapped myself in the blanket blushing. Dan raised an eyebrow like a parent waiting for an explanation and I blinked to him with a mischievous look. We were suddenly having a stand-off with facial expressions in my kitchen. I looked to the glass and back to Danny and noticed he could flip pancakes while keeping an eye on me. I giggled quietly behind my hand that covered my mouth again and I watched Dan shake his head slowly with a smirk giving his true thoughts away. "You can wait, missy, I assure you, not much longer." Dan said looking back to his work.

I shifted a little closer to the glasses and heard Danny sigh then. "Don't make me send you back to your room young lady!" He scolded stabbing the spatula my way. I waited until he seemed busy again and stepped forward to him. He anticipated what was next knowing we couldn't stand it. I wrapped my arms from behind his tall, slender figure and rested my forehead on his back.