zach:
i wake up on the couch, and i rub my eyes.
i hear rustling in the kitchen and my muscles relax.
taylor.
i smile and stand up, walking into the kitchen and wrapping my arms around her tiny waist.
i prop my head on her shoulder.
"good morning." i say with a grin, and she smiles looking back at me.
"morning." she says, and continues to mix whatever batter is in front of her.
"are you making-"
"yes, zach, i'm making pancakes." she says, and i smile.
"MY FAVORITEEEEE." i sing, and she giggles.
"shut up."
i roll my eyes at her and go sit back on the couch.
i flip on netflix and flip through until i find a disney movie.
perfect.
"pancakes are ready!!"
i squeal at taylor's words and run into the kitchen, grabbing a plate.
"wow, excited are you?"
"YES I AM."
i grab 4 pancakes and the chocolate milk that taylor fixed and plop down at the table.
as i'm about to pour syrup on the pancakes, and look at her.
"wait, why did you fix all this?"
she looks up from cutting strawberries and half smiles.
"for last night." she whispers, her face reddening, and she keeps cutting the fruit.
i smile.
"you didn't have to do all this." i say, and she shakes her head.
"and you didn't have to pick up 'all this' on the side of the road." she says, gesturing to herself.
"hey don't sweat it. it's what friends do right?"
her face saddens.
"yeah, friends."
i didn't like the word either.
