Chris finally got out of bed, after hitting snooze about three times, and stumbled out of his bedroom, to the kitchen.
"Rich-"
Chris rubbed his tired eyes, opening them to see his roommate sitting on the counter, a bowl of cereal in their hands, looking like a deer caught in headlights.
"Morphin." He mumbled, his mouth full of fruit loops.
"Is this what you do every morning before I wake up? Eat a bowl of dry cereal?" Chris chuckled, taking his roommate's cup of orange juice that was sitting beside him.
"You know I'm lactose intolerant. Plus, I don't even like the taste of milk anyway." He finally swallowed what was in his mouth, putting down the bowl and hopping off the counter.
"Maybe that's why you're so short."
Richard rolled his eyes, taking the bowl to the sink, taking back the cup of juice and drinking what was left.
"Hey cutie." Chris turned to see his cat, Twilight, sitting on the counter, waiting for her breakfast.
In the corner of their eye, Chris swore he saw Richard blush.
When sam turned to get the cat food from the cabinet, he felt a crack under his foot.
Richard practically threw a broom at him, pointing to the broken piece of cereal under Chris' foot.
"C'mon cereal killer, cleaning day."
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Little More Than Platonic
RomansRichard and Chris were best friends, living together in a big city. Richard is dealing with bottled-up tension, and Chris just wants to see his friend happy. When there friendship takes a different turn, what will they do to stop it from crumbling?
