Innocent Darkness

Pancakes, Butts and Heartbreak

I woke up before my alarm went off. Mostly because I was just a bit too excited to make use of the kitchen. I also like making surprises for other people and getting enjoyment over seeing other's happy. I'm a really crappy vampire for being so cheerful this morning, but no one's watching so I guess I get to do as I please.

I made my way downstairs and connected my phone to one of the phone speaker docks in the kitchen. I booted up my Spotify and started my odd assortment of music. 'It's Time' by Imagine Dragons was the first to start playing, perfect song to start everything.

I went through the doorway the guys left through last night and found my way to a massive pantry. I scanned the shelves checking the cans and found a couple cans of corn beef hash. I then grabbed potato, oranges, bananas, and large canister of flour. It took me several trips but I managed to get rest of my other dry ingredients too.

'Moon Trance' by Lindsey Sterling started playing and I quickly got lost in my tasks. Several songs later I had made use of all the ovens, every stove burner had something cooking on it and I was still preparing things to be ready to be cooked.

By the time I was finally finished I had a very large breakfast prepared. I didn't taste anything, which I should be ashamed of myself but I really couldn't if I wanted to. I mean I didn't try but I remember the one time I had food and landed a not so fantastic photo of me on the front page of the newspaper.

I had several dozen pancakes, pounds of bacon, eggs prepared every possible way I could think of, french toast, home style hash browns, banana and blueberry muffins and a large pitcher full of fresh squeezed orange juice. I also made a fresh pot of coffee since Brent always liked having a fresh cup of coffee with his breakfast along with his juice.

I also made a few dozen double chocolate chip cookies. So what if my breakfast prep turned into comfort cooking. It made me feel less like a misplaced object and more like myself again.

Spotify was playing my odd assortment of Disney songs now and I was singing along as I cleaned up my mess from the kitchen. 'Try Everything' from the Disney movie Zootopia had started playing and I was just a tad bit too much into the song.

I heard one of the back doors open and the sound of footsteps but paid no mind to it. I assumed it was just them coming back in, however my dumb self was way too much into the song that I didn't think to turn around. I had no reason to since I wanted to clean my mess up.

"Does she realize?" I heard from one of them

"Um, Nadine." That had to be from Brent, to which I finally turned around to face them.

Four naked men stood in front of me. "Oh, um, h-hi. I um, I-I-I um, made breakfast." I quickly took the dirty rag and pulled it over my head. The oven started beeping and I turned back around to pull out the last batch of cookies.

"She's comfort bakes," Brent said as I heard one of the chairs being pulled along the ground.

'SOMEONE'S GOING TO EAT NAKED? WHAT THE HELL!' I thought to myself as I tried to reach into the oven without removing the rag over my face. Of course, I grabbed the hot metal rack burning my hand and instead of WAITING to pull my hand out I instinctively slam the oven door shut. Catching my fingers in the door and injuring my hand more.

I could hear them all fight the urge to not laugh as I pulled my injured hand out of the oven. "Someone pull that try out, I don't want the cookies burned." I ordered as I tried to feel my way out of the kitchen.

Of course now they were being cruel and one stepped in front of me since I couldn't see where I was going. I felt smooth, hot and really toned abs to which peaked my curiosity on who was in front of me. I went to try to lift the rag up but now they found it as a game and had hands over my eyes. Those were defiantly Brent's, it smelled like him.