Here Comes The Sun (Demi Lovato/Naya Rivera)

Pancakes with Serial Killers

Chapter 3- Pancakes with Serial Killers

I woke up at, wait what time is it? Oh. I woke up at 11:43 AM to the smell of waffles. Of course, it never occurred to me to be alarmed that a possible serial killer may be cooking in my kitchen. To be honest, I was more concerned that I may not have any jelly for the waffles. Tip-toeing into the kitchen I sighed happily to see it was just Naya. Although I'm a tad frustrated she made me believe there was a killer in my home, but that could just be the hunger talking. Wait, how did she get in? I have the only key. "Naya!" I shouted, "I thought you were a serial killer! How did you get in my home? And how did you make this delicious waffles?" I received a strange look from the Latina as I stuffed my face while glaring at her.

"Okay... One: you let me stay the night. Two: Why couldn't I just have been a regular killer? That's pretty rude to one-time murderers to be classified into serial." I rolled my eyes but listened, "Three: slow down before you choke, and that's Mama Rivera's secret recipe." I pouted but swallowed before talking.

"I did? I must have been really tired, I don't even remember coming in the house. Can you give me this recipe?" She ignored me and went to cook some more, since I was devouring the waffles she already made.

"No, I cannot give you it, hence why I said 'secret recipe.'"

"But whyyy?" I whined, "technically we are family, I have to make out with you on-screen and all. By the way, nobody says 'hence.'"

"That doesn't count." She sat down next to me at the bar and begin to cut her waffles. She has strawberries and whipped cream on hers. I think I'll have to try that.

"What about for my birthday? Can I have it then?" I tried.

"No."

"But-"

"No."

"What ab-"

"DEMI!"

"Ugh!!" She smiled knowing she won and I stayed silent for the rest of my meal. When I was done I told her I was mad at her for not telling me because we were lovers and she is clearly supposed to tell me everything.

She told me I needed to stop acting like a two year old. I huffed and left the room. Thank God we were similar enough in personalities for her to know I'm not really upset. "By the way, you have to clean up this mess."

After I showered I walked out into the living room to find Naya lounging on my couch and a spotless kitchen. "You know I was only joking when I told you to clean up right? I would have helped...." I said feeling guilty. What if she doesn't know me as well as I thought she did and I made her think I'm some bossy bitch?

"Yeah I know, but it's fine. I have a lot on my mind and cleaning helps me think." I sat down next to her, relieved, but wondering if she was okay.

"Oh. Is it anything you want to talk about?" I questioned. She looked down at her hands which were nervously picking at her nails; a habit I have when I'm anxious (or bored) too. It was silent for a moment before she answered.

"No, it's fine, honestly. I just- I need to really think about it before I tell anyone."

"Alright," I sighed, "I am here if you need me. Always. My house could use some tidying up." I winked and she laughed. I love her laugh, it's so classy and adorable unlike my obnoxious one. I think this in a friendly way of course. "So are you doing anything today?" I ask her, "I'm not doing anything and my place is pretty lonely. We could have a movie day and maybe practice some lines. We need to rehearse our song too and invite Lea!" I was getting really excited really quickly and she smiled at my suggestion. (Maybe she was also trying not to laugh at the fact that my face looked like the Cheshire Cat.)