Mutual Friend (Smii7y X Reader)

{27} At The Doorstep

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN - At The Doorstep

(Smii7y P.O.V)

     I awoke to a light shining brightly in my face, something I am definitely not used to as an introvert who hides in their house most of the time. I shot up, blinking rapidly for my eyes to adjust, and found myself in a nicely decorated and organized room before remembering, 

     I stayed over at (Y/N)'s.

     Usually it takes me awhile to roll out of bed, but today, here right now...I practically jumped. I was going to head out the door but I passed a mirror and saw my bedhead. "Yeah no, I need to fix this."  

     I look around the room and see a door leading straight to a connected bathroom, saving me from having to snoop in her house to find one. I do my business and walked into the living room, spotting (Y/N) across the way, rummaging through her cabinets. I run my hands through my hair one last time and start walking towards her.

     "Hey, gO-" My voice broke, not used to being awake yet. I try to cover it up with a cough but I could see her start to giggle already. "Goodmorning...You didn't hear that."

     "Totally not. gOodmorning to you too." She grins, mocking my voice crack, "I was just about to make some chocolate chip pancakes. Would you want t-to help?" 

     "That sounds amazing and fucking delicious. I'm in." I run into the kitchen but stop, overwhelmed at the set out ingredients, "I am completely clueless."  I say, opening and closing my hands idly and looking around for some tool or tin to feel helpful. She laughs, opens another cabinet, and hands me a large bowl. 

      "Let's make some pancakes."

     We got started and it was going anything but smoothly. We maybe had some occasional flour explosions and batter spills (totally not my fault).

     "How do you even do that!"  She exclaimed as a cloud of flour erupted from the bowl I was mixing.

     "Hey, it's all part of the experience, gotta trust me," I said laughing awkwardly, honestly not knowing what I did. I was just mixing. I tried to wipe flour off my face with equally flour-covered hands. It didn't work. 

     She laughed, grabbing a towel and handing it to me. "How did you manage to get it literally everywhere?"

     "Don't worry, don't worry, I got this." 

     "Sure you do..." She says, totally not believing me at all. I laugh, wiping my face, clearing up my floury vision.

     "I can prove it, let me help with your batter." I reached over to stir the bowl, to give her a much needed break, but in my enthusiasm, I knocked over the measuring cup, spilling batter onto the counter.

     "Nice going, Smit," she teased, trying to hold back laughter as I try to wipe up the mess. "At this rate, we'll be eating cereal."

     I laugh and shake my head, fully determined. I am going to be having pancakes today. "I'll focus and get it done. How about I handle the mixing, and you pour the batter onto the griddle?"

     "Flip the roles around and you have a deal. You've spilled plenty today," she laughs. "I trust that you can pour the batter."

     "So you're letting me work with the extremely hot griddle...Ok!"

     As we worked, our hands occasionally brushed, sending little sparks of electricity through me. My pancakes turned out uniquely shaped...I tried to make circles then I got bored so I did some pancake art. When she was done with the batter she poured some to, hers were simple circles, perfectly golden. We proudly stacked them on a plate, the smell of fresh pancakes filling the kitchen.