Playing With Fire || d.h

10. Breakfast with Boundaries

Your POV

I wake up early in the morning, the young, pink sun filling my room. Somehow, I don't think I'll ever get used to the way the sun can completely transform this environment. I hop out of bed, pee, brush my teeth, and pull my hair up into a ponytail. I quickly get dressed in leggings and an oversized pullover. I look in the mirror, pull a few front pieces of my hair out of the ponytail, and smile to myself. Today is the beginning of the rest of my life.

Soon, the entire apartment fills with the smell of chocolate chip pancakes and bacon. I'm busy flipping flapjacks when I hear Dodie's tired voice behind me.

"Are you making breakfast?" She yawns. "Oh my God, you're actually the best person ever!" She sidehugs me for a second, then skips to the bathroom.

"Hey, we should invite the guys over! Do you think you'll be able to make enough food for them?" She asks after leaving the bathroom and hopping onto the island.

"Totally!" I smile. "Text them and see if they're up."

"Or better yet, I'll just go and invite them over personally," she winks at me cheekily, then sashays out the front door. Five minutes later, she returns, this time with Dan, Phil, and PJ trailing behind her, all still in pajamas and morning hair.

"Ahhhhh, it smells amazing in here," PJ sighs, coming up to the left of me. With him inches away from me, I can feel the uncertainty coming from him, most likely because of what happened last night. I turn, kiss him smoothly on his cheek, and return to cooking. In my peripheral vision, I see him look as if he's about to say something, but decides not to, and walks away.

"Ay, you got a coffee machine?" Phil asks from the island.

"Right next the the pantry," I reply. "Help yourself."

Twenty minutes and fifteen pancakes later, the entire apartment is silent except the faint sounds coming from everyone indulging into their breakfast. I'm not good at much, but I can make some mean pancakes and bacon.

"Ugh, what kind of drug did you put into these?" Moans PJ, whom is slouching next to me on the couch as I lean on him.

"Pure love," I reply. "Oh, and just a sprinkle of chocolate-flavored meth."

He raises his eyebrows, but then shrugs his shoulders. "Eh, it's worth it," he replies as he takes another huge bite.

"So, Dan," starts Dodie, in between bites, "Have you decided to text that waitress yet?" I almost choke on my bacon, but quickly play it off as a cough.

"Yeah," chimes in Phil. "Do you even know her name?"

"It's Samantha," he replies nonchalantly. "And I haven't texted her yet, no." He takes a sip from his coffee, a smug grin on his face that makes me want to slap it right off. Ugh, shut up. I smile at PJ, place my empty plate on the coffee table, and lie my head on his shoulder.

Dan's POV

"Dan, get up!" The sound of Phil's cheery voice wakes me up.

"Urggh," I grumble, pulling my comforter over my head. Who the hell wakes up this early?

"Dan, get the hell outta bed before I pull you out myself," another voice calls. Why is Dodie here? I pull the blanket off my head and sit up.

"What?" I snap.

"(Y/n)'s making chocolate chip pancakes and bacon, and we were wondering if you guys wanted some."

"Obviously PJ and I are going," adds Phil, "and we decided we should just ask."

I hesitate, then sigh. "Well, I'm already awake, might as well."

When I walk into (Y/n)'s apartment, I'm slapped in the face with the smell of pancakes and bacon, and my mouth begins to water immensely.