Unbreakable |a Garmau Fanfiction|

You're a Dork

I woke up the next morning to a sleeping Garroth. He was snoring lightly and he was still sitting upright in his chair. What a dork. He couldn't even get a blanket and pillow or something?

I poked him, "Garroth, get up,"

His eyes snapped open and he ended up falling off his chair and bumping his head. He groaned but chuckled nonetheless. Seriously, what a dork.

"Awe, is wittle Gar Gar okay?" I said in the most childish voice I could muster.

"Shut up," he said as my laughter erupted throughout the room.

Slowly he managed to stand up. His eyes held a very intense sparkle in them, like when you find out you can get your favorite food at a cheap price. What? Sue me.

"How are you feeling," he said with the smile on his face never wavering.

"Great actually. Though I wouldn't mind some breakfast," I suggested.

"Oh that's gold," he chuckled, "you think I can cook?"

I got up off the bed and put on my sandals. I waked up to Garroth and poked his chest playfully.

"You should, I thought you were supposed to be a head guard," I teased.

"When have you seen a guard that can cook?" He rolled his eyes at me.

"I heard Laurence can cook," I said barely above a whisper.

"Oh now you've done it,"

I tried to run but he managed to grab hold of my waist. I turned around to face him so I could possibly push him off. But in the process he ended up tripping over the leg of the bed and we fell to the floor. And once more we found ourselves in a very familiar predicament. Him on top of me with intensity in his eyes. I laughed nervously but stopped abruptly when I heard footsteps.

"What is going on dow--oh. My my, what do we have here?" Zoey said from the staircase

Garroth immediately got off of me and sat down on the floor. I sat up as well and looked up at Zoey in embarrassment. She had a slight smile plastered neatly on her face.

"You two sure were making a huge ruckus. I dont think a guard should be wrestling with his lord," she chuckled.

"We fell," Garroth stated quickly.

"Uhu," Zoey went back upstairs with a slight shake of her head.

I looked at Garroth and he looked at me. We both burst out laughing. This felt so similar to when you're a kid and you got caught taking a cookie from the jar. Zoey really gave off a motherly aura.

"This never would've happened if you didn't insult my cooking skills," Garroth said with false anger.

"Oh yeah? Maybe if you were a better cook I wouldn't have to tease you," I stuck my tongue out at him and he did the same.

I rolled my eyes and stood up. While I was walking to the kitchen I could hear Garroth a few steps behind me. First he tackles me and now he expects breakfast. Hah, we'll see about that.

I began cooking an omelette with French toast. The entire times Garroth would not take his eyes off the food. His eyes widened when I was done. I dont blame him, I was a pretty amazing cook.

"Why is there only one of everything?" He asked.

"You saw me cook, try it yourself," I chuckled.

His eyes widened, "are you asking me to burn down a house?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes, "fine fine, I'll make another,"

He clapped, "yes!"

Again I took out the eggs and and toast and basically every other plain ingredient. Slowly the mash of ingredients turned into a beautiful omelette and the toast was perfectly toasted.

We sat down at the table and munched happily on the food. Zoey came down when we were about down with Lilith in her arms. She smiled sheepishly and sat down at the table with us.

"Promise you won't tackle Aphmau again?" Zoey said in a threatening tone.

"I-I dont know if I can promise that," Garroth said in an intimated voice.

I laughed loudly.

"What? She's scary," he pretended to tremble which only made me laugh harder.

"I ship it," Zoey said under her breath.

"Zoey don't you dare start this," I warned her.

"I dont know maybe she should," Garroth looked at me and smirked.

My face was most likely extremely red by now. Of course Garroth wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to tease me. Just by the look on his face I could already tell what he was about to say.

"Awe, do I make you nervous Aphmoo?" He mocked a child's voice.

I gasped and picked up the remains of my omelette and threw it at him. He laughed and did the same. Zoey ran up the stairs for cover as we started to raid the fridge for more food. The usual was thrown--eggs, flowers, frosting--you know, the cliche food fight items. We ended up completely emptying Zoey's fridge. That's sad, all her food ended up on the floor or in my hair.

Garroth found the last item in the fridge, a jar of pickles. He opened it quickly and began launching them in my direction. I managed to dodge like two but the other five hit me.

"Are you guys done destroying my house yet?" We heard Zoey yell from upstairs.

"Yeah," we shouted back to her.

She walked down and her eyes widened. Garroth was nervously scratching the back of his head. And me, well, I was laughing again. The way Zoey could make Garroth so nervous was hilarious. She really did act like a mother. And she was good at it too.

"You two need to shower, especially you Aph. And then, you're going to clean this mess up, got it?" She glared with a tiny smile.

"Yes m'am!" Garroth said with a salute.

"Now go hop in the shower Aph, before Laurence tries to come in and eat you," she was chuckling. True, Laurence did love to eat. Hence why he was such a good cook.

I showered and managed to clean off all of the food. Zoey lent me one of her green shirts and purple pants. They fit pretty well, though I do prefer my own clothes.

"Hey Aph," Garrorh said from the dining table.

The floors were clean as well as Garroth himself. His hair was wet and his skin looked really smooth, like it was just washed.

"Where did you shower?" I asked curiously.

"Phoenix Drop, I went there quickly since you were taking too long. I guess girls really do care about appearances, even you," he said with a roll of the eyes. His crystal blue eyes.

"Shut up, dork," I smiled at him.

"What did you just call me?" He stood up and walked closer to me until we were standing a mere foot apart.

"Dork dork dork dork dor--" he cut me off my by placing his lips on mine.

"I get it I'm a dork," he chuckled once he pulled away, "but can I be forgiven?"

"I forgive you, but you're still a dork,"

He chuckled, "alright, at least I'm forgiven. I couldn't take it if you were mad at me,"

I smiled.

"Dork,"