Just in Time-Redvacktor X Reader {COMPLETED}

Ch. 5-Comings and Goings of Opportunity

Just so you know, your going to be wearing the same shoes you had yesterday. Ok.
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Maddys P.O.V

I wake up early in the morning, to the rising sun shining brightly in my face. There's warmth around my waist and my back. So, I turn. I see a sleeping Red with his arm around my waist and my back was recently pressed against his stomach. I smile to myself. He's cute when he's asleep. Needing to get up I carefully reach for his arm and put it around the pillow allowing me to escape his grasp quietly. I make a mad dash out of his room to the kitchen and I start making my special chocolate-chip waffles, with whatever syrup they had, bananas, Nutella because apparently I'm blind and couldn't find regular peanut butter. But it is better with Nutella. And whip cream! I set to work, grabbing the mix. They didn't have a waffle iron so I made it the old fashion way... Waiting until it's half cooked then I press the tip of a spoon into it. It works! I grab my phone and play some music. My favorite song plays first! Chivalry is Dead by Trevor Wesley. I let the waffles continue cooking while I scavenge the the fridge, finding some bacon. I grab another pan.
(Not putting audio just yet because of...reasons... NOT SPOILING THE BOOK SORRY HAHA)

*whistles start*

Girl, just let your hair down.
Let's paint the whole town.
Life is our playground, yeah.

Bacon starts sizzling as I plate the waffles.

But I'm not a kid no more
So I must open doors
And make you feel like the lady you are.

I start swaying my hips along to the song, while humming along too.

My momma raised me,
To be classy, not flashy, I'm happy to please you.
Though I can tell that's not what your used too.

I start full on dancing with my hips, and singing too.

And they say
Chivalry is dead, dead, dead
Girl let a real man pick up the slack and treat you with respect.
Yeah.

I finish putting syrup, whip cream, and sprinkles in the whip cream and I plate the many pieces of bacon. Wiping the extra grease off.

And you don't have to love me, love me, love me
You don't have to love me, love me, love me
Just cause I'm a gentleman don't mean,
I ain't taking you to bed

I scavenge for cups while dancing full out, twisting and turning, my feet doing what they want.

Aaah baby,
Let me buy your meals
I see you head over heels
I feel like you deserve it

I found the cups and pull out three. I slide them on the table, still being careful though, I pull out a 2/4 empty carton of orange juice.

There's no pressure
We could do whatever makes you comfortable

I pour the juice and put it back. I put out the two next to the full plates-I didn't make any for myself- and I turn back to clean up my mess. I turn off my music. It was silent, and then I hear clapping. I freeze.

"You know you dance and sing really well." Well fuck. It was Red. I just embarrassed myself in front of Red.

"Umm, h-how much d-d-did you see?" I stutter. Oh god. I'm no good. OH GOD! I scream in my head.