{Johnny Cade One-Shots}

Making him/them breakfast

Making him/them breakfast

*you and johnny: not dating
*you and ponyboy: best friends
*you and the gang: close friends

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I take out a frying pan and set it on the stove, turning the handle to set the fire. I go to the refrigerator, opening it and taking out a carton of eggs. I set the carton on the table and take out eight eggs. As I go to put the carton back into the refrigerator, I hear shy footsteps walking down the stairs.

When the door opens, I greet the person without turning to look at him. "Hey, want breakfast?" I take out a small jar of coconut oil and place it on the table, also. I take out a spoon and fork and turn around to face the person. It's no other than Johnny Cade.

He's standing in the doorway, a surprised expression on his face. I smile and turn back around, spooning out some coconut oil and spreading it across the pan. "Yeah?" I assume.

"I- uh," he stutters softly, clearly looking for an answer. "I-, s-sure."

From the corner of my eye I see him hesitate, turning his head towards the door as if to leave. After a moment he turns back and his head faces the ground, causing his greasy hair to fall over his eyes. He slowly moves over to the table, bringing out a chair and sitting down carefully.

The coconut oil begins to sizzle. I take two eggs in each hand and crack each of them over the pan at the same time, speeding things up. They all fall into the pan perfectly, as usual. I reach into the top cupboard and search for salt. When I can't find any, I ask, "Do ya know where the salt is?"

There's no response from him and I turn around, my head cocked to the side in confusion. I almost jump from surprise when I see him standing right by me. He's looking up into the same cupboard. I move out of his way to give him some space.

He reaches up and opens the highest cupboard, grabbing the salt from there. I almost laugh, comparing my height to his. I'm a tad bit shorter, but it makes all the difference.

He hands me the salt and I thank him, going back to my eggs. I sprinkle the salt over them, taking the spatula into my other hand at the same time. I put the salt down and look down at the eggs. When the time is right, I flip them all over.

I hear more footsteps coming down the stairs. The door opens and I turn to look at the person. "Hey, Soda," I greet him. He grins and quickly moves to the eggs. He sniffs and makes a mmm sound.

"Smells delicious," he compliments. "Much better than Ponyboy's eggs. Those for us?"

"Yep, unless you don't want them," I tease.

"Oh, I want them," he raises his eyebrows.

"Then move," I shove him away, turning back to the eggs. "Get me some plates?" I pick the frying pan up and and take the spatula once again. I turn around and see Sodapop spreading four plates and forks around the table. I walk over to them and quickly place an egg on the plates.

I go back to the stove and put the pan back on. I take the remaining four eggs and crack them all like the ones before, all at the same time. I hear Sodapop gasp so I salt the eggs and look over at him. "What?"

"That was so cool!" He exclaims. "You just cracked four eggs at once!"

"Jealous of my mad cooking skills?" I wiggle my eyebrows.

"Actually, yeah," he admits.

"Because making eggs is such a talent," I roll my eyes and turn back to the eggs. I flip them over and wait. I hear movement in the back. "Watch out," I warn. "The eggs are still kinda hot."