My Sweet Cupcake- A Nightvale Fanfiction

Chapter 2

The alarm ringing startled Cecil out of his dreamless sleep. He opened his eyes and immediately turned his head to the right. There was the huddled mass sleeping next to him that Cecil was proud to call his boyfriend. Carlos's perfect hair poked out from under the white blanket, and Cecil inched closer to him to pull gently on his brown locks. Carlos quietly laughed and threw back the covers on his face, revealing big brown eyes and tan skin. 

"Hey, Cecil." Carlos said.

"Good morning, Carlos. My perfectly imperfect Carlos." Cecil smiled and leaned over to kiss Carlos.

"Gross, Cecil! I haven't even brushed my teeth yet!" Carlos laughed, but kissed Cecil anyway. The pair hopped out of bed and started their morning routine. Cecil brushed his teeth with mint flavored toothpaste, while Carlos preferred orange. Carlos had to make the breakfast that morning, and he made Cecil's favorite: french toast with blue sprinkles and syrup. He also made bacon on the side. Soon the house smelt like butter and sugar and the salty, tasty smell of cooking meat. Carlos expertly flipped a piece of toast in the batter and turned around to slide it onto a plate that already had a mountain, no, HILL of french toast. Not mountain. Because mountains are not real. 

"Cecil! What's taking you so long? We have to leave in a little while so we can avoid the creeping fear! It might come early today!" Carlos sighed and ran his fingers through his dark brown hair, with strands of gray hovering over his temples. He loved Cecil, really loved him, but sometimes he could be so careless.  It wasn't really a big deal.  Carlos rubbed his clean hands on his purple button-up shirt. The bacon was done cooking. Carlos reached to turn off the burner when two hands reached around him and grabbed his waist. 

"Oh, Carlos! I brushed my teeth!" Cecil's breath smelt like mint and the definition of clean. He pushed Carlos against the oven and started kissing him. Carlos laughed.

"Carlos?"
"Yes, Cecil?"
"Carlos, I love you."
"I love you too, Cecil."

"Carlos, I love you and your perfect hair." Cecil ran his hands through Carlos's soft hair. They were kissing for a little longer, now. Carlos could feel Cecil's glasses pushing against his cheekbone.

"Cecil." Carlos said a little sternly.

"Yes, Mr. Scientist?" Carlos laughed and slightly pushed Cecil away.

"Cecil, the--"

"Yes, my scientist?" Carlos pushed Cecil away from him.

"Cecil, the bacon! It's burning!" Carlos yelled angrily. He was right. The bacon WAS burning. The soft, cooked red had morphed into a dark, crispy brown. Carlos switched off the burner and dumped the bacon onto a plate. He didn't talk. Cecil had a hurt look on his face and silently ate the french toast Carlos made, along with the bacon. Aww...he looks like he's going to cry. I didn't mean to hurt his feelings.  Carlos thought. He stood up and walked over next to Cecil. Carlos bent down and kissed his cheek, which was covered in sticky syrup. Cecil smiled.

"I'm sorry, Cecil. I didn't mean to yell at you." Carlos looked ashamed and slightly embarrassed. But he still had a crooked smile on his face.

"It's okay, Carlos." Cecil pushed Carlos's scientific glasses back up on his nose.

"So, are you going to vote for the new mayor?" Cecil asked.

"Why bother? The votes don't even count. You know what 'they' do to the votes everyone entered. It doesn't even matter."

"But it'll still be fun. I'm voting for Hiram Mcdaniels." Cecil got up and stick his plate in the sink. It had a sticky residue of syrup. He opened a  drawer and pulled out two aprons: one light blue and another light purple. He tossed the lavender apron to Carlos.

"Well, we should be off to work. I'm going to feed Khoshekh before we leave. You might want to go outside." Cecil said. Carlos grabbed the keys to his car and carried himself and the apron out the front door. Cecil bent down to open a cabinet and pulled out a can of Nightvale brand cat food. The flavor said chicken, tuna, and the dreams of children. Cecil wondered what that would taste like. Anyway, he opened the can with the can opener and shook the food out of the can into a plastic teal bowl.

"Here, Khoshekh! Come eat!" Cecil called. A dark purple cat came slinking from the bedroom and sat down in front of the bowl to eat. 
"I'm going to leave now. Be a good kitty." Khoshekh made her signature purr as Cecil stood up and, taking one last look at the house, closed the door.