Imagine #15

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by cosmicxnirvana

by cosmicxnirvana

"What are we making?" you whispered to Rydel.

It was early morning in the Lynch house and everyone was still asleep. Just the way you two had planned it. Rydel and you were going to make a feast for everyone and wanted everything to be done by the time they woke up.

She shoveled through the pantry and the fridge, coming back with her arms full of ingredients which she promptly dumped onto the table.

"LOTS of sweet," she grinned. If there was one person on this earth with a bigger sweet tooth than you, it would be Rydel.

With no time to waste, you two dove into your work. You decided to do the french toast and the blueberry muffins while she started on the pancakes and cinnamon rolls.

"What's going on?" a rough voice spoke behind you.

You spun around to see Ross, hair a mess and in nothing but boxers, standing in the kitchen doorway. You nearly dropped the muffin batter. Good Lord in Heaven, he was cute.

"Ross!" Rydel hissed. "Shhh! Go back to bed!"

Ross looked at her through squinted eyes.

"What is all of this?" he asked, coming up behind you and looping one arm around your waist so that he could dip his finger in the muffin batter. As your heart rate climbed, you elbowd him in the ribs and he laughed. Rydel rolled her eyes and took the first batch of cinnamon rolls out of the oven to cool.

"Well since you won't leave," she said, "you might as well help."

Ross shrugged and started working on the pancakes while Rydel left to change out of her pajamas.

"Why are you doing this?" Ross suddenly asked you.

"I don't know," you smiled, "just to be nice I guess."

"(Y/N)," He gave you a hard look, "when are you ever not nice?"

You frowned and thought about it. Of course you had always been nice to Ross, you'd been in love with him for the past year without him knowing. His brothers always told you that he had feelings for you too, but you never believed them. Suddenly an idea pops into your head. You grinned mischievously, dipping your finger into the muffin batter.

"A time when I've never been nice... how about...right now!" You swipe your battered covered finger across his cheek.

His mouth dropped wide open. Before you even had time to get away, he'd gotten you back by wiping pancake batter on the the tip of your nose.

The both of you stood there, laughing your butts off. You didin't even realize how close you were until the heat of his exposed chest touched yours. The smile dropped from your face and your breath hitched in your throat.

"These are going to be awesome pancakes," Ross whispered. The roughness of his voice made you feel like jello.

"(Y/N)?" he once again spoke quietly.

You nodded in response, breathless.

"I'm going to kiss you now."

And he did.