Convenient Coincident

Chapter 30

I felt my neck bunch up in an uncomfortable position, and tried turning over, but I couldn't turn over since something was holding me in place. I tried blinking my eyes open, but it was so dark I had to rub my eyes and adjust to the darkness.

Nate was holding me in his arms in a cradling fashion, which explained my uncomfortable neck. He was seated upright, but his head was lolled to the side as he slept against the bed board.

I crawled out of his arms cautiously, so I wouldn't wake him up, and rolled to the empty space to his side. I stretched out my arms, legs and then my neck. I got off the bed and pulled on Nate's feet so he was laying completely down on the bed and covered him in the duvet that was bunched up besides him.

I knew my mom would get mad if I slept in the same bed as a guy, especially one she's only met a couple of times.

So I grabbed an extra blanket from my closet and layed on my carpeted ground. Even though it was carpeted it was highly uncomfortable and I kept having to twist and turn.

I finally gave up trying too sleep and looked at the time. It was 4:13am so I just got the idea to make breakfast.

I left the room leaving the door cracked open slightly and headed down stairs toward the kitchen.

I was thinking about what to cook, or more so of what I could cook. The last time I cooked it was with Ryan and Nate and we nearly burned the place down.

Yeah I'm not the best cook around...

I scrolled through my phone looking up breakfast recipes and decided on just making French toast and eggs since it seemed easy enough.

I cooked the eggs first, which I was planning on making sunny side up, but ended up making scrambled eggs.

I tried mixing all of the ingredients needed for the French toast, but since I didn't have any cinnamon I just added a butt load of sugar.

It said to use stale bread, but I didn't have time to leave the bread out and make it stale, so I just used regular bread.

I tried soaking the bread in the mixture but the bread always got too soggy and I ended up ripping the bread each time.

I felt my patience running thin after the fifth try and I was slowly getting agitated. I let out a sigh of frustration and threw the spatula in the sink, making a loud clanking noise.

"Someone not a morning person?" Someone asked drowsily from behind me, with slight amusement. I turned to find Nate there, his clothes wrinkled and bags under his eyes. His hair was everywhere.

"I can't cook the darn food!" I yelled in exasperation. I yanked on the stool by the kitchen Island out and sat down with an overdramatic 'hmph'.

"Here, how about you just stay seated while I cook." Nate said with a chuckle, his voice raspy and dehydrated. He shoved his hand in his pocket, pulling out his phone, and giving it to me.

"Thanks," I murmured quietly pressing onto his phone screen as flappy bird started and all I could hear was the dinging of the game indicating that I passed another tube.

Nate didn't answer but instead started getting all of the food ready.

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Nate was actually an amazing cook. He made us both omelets and French toast, which he used Brown sugar instead of cinnamon. He left the bread out from when he made the omelets and they were good to go and didn't rip. Topping it off with syrup and confectionary sugar.

"This is really good!" I said as I sunk my teeth into the sugary toast. It probably looked disgusting since I was talking with a mouth full of food. Nate however, either didn't notice, or just wasn't showing it since he just laughed.