a/n : The person that this I guess one shot is dedicated to has a cat named Gizmo
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The start of every morning is very much the same and it has been for as long as you can remember. No alarm clock has ever been able to wake you up from your sleep so you don't bother with setting one up. You leave it to your cat to wake you up as he digs his head under your blankets nudging you to signal that he was hungry. He purrs until you slightly push him off the bed as he falls with a small thump but he quickly jumps back on the bed reminding you that he was never one to give up until he got what he wanted.
You stretch before you get out of bed tugging at your shorts that rose when you were sleeping and blindly walk into the kitchen where you kept his food in a cabinet that was out of his reach. You feel a hand grab your wrist just as you were about to pick up the bag and you turn around to see Ethan shaking his head and smiling as he points to the already half eaten bowl of food. "He's already eaten! I don't know why he went to wake you up if I've already fed him. And he still has food in there!" Ethan's expression is one of complete disbelief as he looks at Gizmo who meows back at him as if to say otherwise.
You don't reply as you wrap your arms around his waist wanting to hold him for a second, completely engulfed by his scent. Ethan immediately takes this as something's wrong because he pulls you away to look at you with concern. "Are you okay, did you have a bad dream? Is something wrong?" You shake your head no as you laugh and he pulls you in closer wrapping his arms around your shoulders.
"You had me worried there for a second. Wanna grab something to eat? I would cook you something but I think I would poison you and I don't want to get you sick."
You nod yes but tell him you at least need to put some actual clothes on before you guys head out. He lets you pull away as you head to your shared room and pull some jeans and a hoodie out of your closet taking them to the bathroom so you'd be able to brush you teeth and wash your face after. You step out and Ethan gets up from his position sitting on the couch besides the door keys in hand. "Ready?"
"Let's go."
He walks in front and extends his hand towards you wanting to hold your hand. You take his hand in yours, his considerably larger than yours but fitting comfortably. You take a look at what your boyfriend was wearing, a plain black t-shirt and blue jeans. He looks back at you just as you smile in appreciation and he snickers, "Like what you see?" You jokingly push him and he lets out a laugh. You both make small conversation making each other laugh on the way to the restaurant that was within the walking distance of your shared apartment.
Downtown Los Angeles was always beautiful with well known restaurants and coffee shops but you somehow managed to find a place while you were exploring that served amazing breakfast. It wasn't advertised to the public as much which was helpful when you both wanted to get food and not worry about being found. The diner's exterior was painted a simple white with glass windows displaying the cozy yellow tones of the interior. Ethan picks out a spot near the window that overlooks the streets of the city with the occasional person walking by.
The waitress comes by with the menus giving you the day's special setting down cutlery. She takes the drink orders, Ethan wanting a hot chocolate and you getting orange juice with pulp. You glance at the menu as Ethan shudders at your request for pulp in your orange juice, you laugh knowing what he was going to say "Why do you like pulp? It's like drinking orange guts." You shrug still smiling, "I like how it taste." He lets out a fake gasp "Murder!"
"Okay, help me out. I know I want waffles but I don't know what I want on them." He looks towards you for suggestions. "How about strawberries, banana and whip cream?" His eyes widen "That sounds really good, what are you getting?" You look once more, your eyes settling on french toast and you point your finger on the photo to show Ethan. He leans in tilting his head to look at it "Good choice." You both order your food once the waitress returns taking the menus from the table after she writes it down on her little notepad.
You think of a way to kill time when you stick your hand in front of Ethan with your left palm facing up and your right hand enclosed in a fist resting above it. He look up at you mimicking your position, "Best out of three, whoever loses has to pay for breakfast."
"Deal. But let's up the stakes a little bit" He seems confident enough as he's willing to add on to the loser's punishment. "Loser also has to wash Gizmo." you wince thinking of your cat knowing that there was no way in hell that either of you would come out of that situation unscathed. You take some time contemplating but agree in the end. Ethan wins the first round but you're quick to defeat him in the second round. "Last chance to back out of this." Ethan warns you playfully.
His attempts to somehow save you from the forfeit that he chose doesn't deter you as you get into position again.
Ethan [rock] you [rock]
[scissors] [scissors]
You're both laughing hysterically at this point, unbelievably choosing the same as the other for at least three more rounds when he mistakenly puts out scissors and you win the round by choosing rock. Ethan looks up at you pouting, "Can you help me a little bit?" The fear in his voice he tried to mask slips through and you laugh knowing that you wouldn't leave him alone to do it for himself but you decide to torture him for a second longer, "You're on your own for this one babe, sorry." His response surprises you
"Yeah, I wouldn't have helped you if you lost." You look at him, Ethan was never one to be able to hide whatever he was thinking and the corner of his lip gave him away as it slowly turned to a smile. "I know for a fact that you're lying but I'll be the nice person and actually help you out."
The waitress comes by with the food and places it in front of you both. You couldn't help but take a photo of him and Ethan takes not of this pretending to look bored for the camera.
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As soon as you put your phone away Ethan is quick to take out his phone and snap a photo of you before you could even protest. "Aren't we just couple goals?"
