Vegas Lights

Chapter 26

Iris's P.O.V

The lights was blinding when I opened my eyes to a new day. I quickly closed them again and turned over placing my hand in the spot beside me, fully expecting Brendon to be there. Instead it was met by the cold sheets. I peeked with one of my eyes, not seeing him there. I groaned and turned on my back until eventually sitting up. I looked around and grabbed my phone from the night stand looking at the time. Seven thirty.

I threw the blanket off of my body, getting up and making my way to the bedroom door. I opened it and stepped out. As soon as I did, the smell of sweet bacon filled my nostrils. I looked over in the kitchen and saw Brendon standing in front of my stove with a towel on his shoulder, flipping bacon. I started walking up to him when he turned around, slightly startled by my footsteps behind him.

"You scared me." Brendon said, clutching his chest facing me. His hair was disheveled with a few strands of hair resting on his forehead.
"I'm sorry." I giggled. "What are you making?"
He turned back around, his attention on the bacon.
"Waffles and bacon. I hope you don't mind. I saw the waffle maker and couldn't help myself." He laughed.

I walked over and sat in one of the bar stools, resting my chin on my hand.
"I don't mind at all. I can't tell you how long it's been since I've had someone cook for me." I said.
"Maria usually does all the cooking. I'm not very good at it if I'm being honest." Brendon said.
"So, what you're saying is, I should probably jump in and take over so we're not eating burnt food." I chuckled.
"I'm not that bad." He turned off the stove and turned towards me. "Plates?"
"That one right there." I pointed at the cabinet closest to my fridge that held the plates. Brendon opened it up and grabbed two, setting them on the counter that I was sitting at. He brought the waffles over, and put one on both of our plates. Then he did the same with the bacon.

I got up from my spot and went around grabbing two coffee cups.
"Creamer?" I asked him.
"Please." He said while putting the used pan in my sink.
"It's vanilla, is that okay?" I asked him.
"That's perfect."
I poured a little bit of creamer into both cups followed by the coffee. I brought them both to where we was sitting and sat them in front of our plates while I sat back down.
"Thank you for making breakfast, it looks great." I told him while I started cutting up my waffle.
"It's no problem, I hope it's tastes as good as it looks." He laughed.
"It does." I said with a mouthful of waffle.
"Good." Brendon smiled, taking the towel off his shoulder and sitting down beside me.

We ate in a comfortable silence while listening to the occasional honk or tire squeal from the street outside. I drank the last drop of coffee that was in my mug and took it and my plate to the sink. Brendon followed shortly after and did the same.
"I have to go get a shower and get ready for work." I told him.
"Yeah, I should probably head home and do the same."
"I'm glad you decided to come over. I had fun." I told him with a shy smile.
"I did too." He pulled me into a hug and rested his head on my shoulder while mine was against his chest.
Brendon broke away from the hug and spoke up.
"Hopefully we can do it again sometime."
"Hopefully." I said. I remembered the photo I took of Brendon last night and grabbed my phone from the counter.
"I can take more pictures like this one." I giggled as I showed him the picture of him asleep. He scrunched his nose in embarrassment.
"Eh, maybe not." He laughed while rubbing the back of his neck.
"We'll see." I smiled.