Waking up the next day knowing my mom wouldn't be up making me breakfast kinda threw my day off balance. Cry wasn't in the bed next to me, so I got up and started towards the kitchen. Halfway down the stairs, though, I smelled... Was that bacon?
"Cry! What's going on?!" I called down the steps.
"I'm making your breakfast!" He called back up.
I walked down the stairs and went to the kitchen, and almost burst out laughing seeing him. He was wearing a full body apron, standing next to the stove cooking my breakfast. I sat down at the table.
"Why are you wearing that?" I asked, trying to keep my voice even.
"I haven't cooking in a long while, and I missed it. I don't like to cook without an apron, because that's how I learned. My mom made me wear one learning." He said, smiling.
I nodded. "So... what are you making?*
"Basic breakfast. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, Omlets... The usual."
"Wow..."
"What? It's nothing that special, really..."
"Well, I don't usually have this big of a breakfast..."
"It's fine if you can't eat it... There's bacon and pancakes ready if you want them."
"Sure." I felt strange about the way he was going this. I had never had this kind of hospitality... In my own house, much less! Cry eventually sat next to me to enjoy his breakfast, and we ate in mostly silence. I turned on the T.V. to the news, but the only thing on there was tragities. I shook my head and turned it off.
"It's awful, isn't it...?" Cry spoke up.
"Yeah. Why can't they celebrate things instead of showing us all of this. Then they expect us to have a good day!"
Cry nodded in agreement. "Exactly! Why can't they just say, "Hey, this guy... He's fuckin' awesome!?"
I laughed and nodded. "That's good. Mail them immediatly."
"Will do, sir!" He said, raising his hand up to his head in salute. I laughed again.
"You are an amazing person, you know that?" I said, still laughing.
"No more amazing then you are, sir." He replied with a smile.
Just then, we heard a knock on the door. Cry immediatly got up to get it, but I stood up and shook my head no at him. He nodded and sat back down, while I got up to answer the door.
I opened the door a slight crack. "Who is it?" I asked cautiously.
"Spoon." Came the voice. I opened the door and let Spoon in. Cry stood up.
"Spoon? What are you doing here...?" We both noticed it at the same time: Spoon was bleeding from his arm.
"Dude, what happened?! Are you okay?!" Cry asked.
"Does it look like I'm okay?! Listen, this is Jeff. He did this. He says he's going to take us out, so either we all die, or we have one giant permanent sleep over party..."
I looked at Cry, feeling pretty helpless.
"Well, Jeff knows I'm staying here... Actually... Have everyone come over here. Yeah. That way, if we get ambushed, we're all here."
I nodded. "Sound like a plan to you, Spoon?" I asked.
Spoon nodded. "Yeah, but until then, could you get me to a hospital?"
"That might be a good idea..." Cry responded.
Getting home after taking Spoon to the hospital, we take out our phones and call everyone, explaining why they'll be stuck at my house until we are ambushed. They all agreed to come over... except Stephano.
"Bro, if you don't come over, he'll kill you!" I reasoned.
"No. I'll be fine. I can take on anyone, you know that."
"Stephano, you are being very, very stupid right now. You are going to die if you don't come over here!"
"I'm not coming over, and that's final!"
"Stephano, please! I don't wanna lose you!"
"You won't! Just don't worry about it, okay?"
I sighed and shook my head, knowing he'd be too stubborn to come over. "Goddammit..." I hung up after that.
"Well, looks like we've lost Goldie." Cry commented.
"Not yet, but that's where it's going to end up." I sighed and rubbed my face with my hand.
"Stephano, you dumbass..."
