Him: e.g.d

"Don't Touch my Pancake"

I woke up from my annoying alarm. I groaned turning it off, and pulled the covers closer to me. As I closed my eyes I heard my phone go off repeatedly.

"Ugh!" I groaned, throwing the covers off me.

It was multiple texts from Ethan. I decided not to answer them, and closed my eyes for another few minutes.

"What the fuck!" I groaned, feeling someone's whole weight on me. I lifted my head up to see Ethan.

"Why didn't you answer my texts." He pouted.

"I'm tired." I told him, turning around away from him.

"Tums."

"T."

"Babe."

"Baby."

"Oh my god Ethan! I just wanna sleep." I whined.

"I don't care." Next thing I know I was on the floor. I slowly started to fall asleep again.

"T seriously?" Ethan asked, seeing my body laying on the floor.

"What! It's comfy!" I replied. At this point I don't think I'm going to school.

He grabbed my arm pulling me back onto the bed. He put my body on top of his, so he was hugging me. I wrapped my arms around him, loving the warmth he gave off.

"Tatum! Get up and get dressed!" My mom screamed. I rolled my eyes and got up, going downstairs. Ethan came down with me, holding my hand. He's so childish.

"Mom, I don't feel like going to school." I said while sitting down on the stool.

"Yea? Well I don't feel like going to work, but guess what I still am." She responded back.

"I don't want to go to school." I told her again. She sighed; running her hand through her hair. She knows she won't win against me.

"Fine, you can stay home, but you have to take Luke to school." She added. I shrugged my shoulders.

"Ok, bye! I'll be home at a decent time today." She said before walking out the door.

"Was that mom?" Luke yelled running down the stairs.

"Yea bud, why?" I asked.

"She was supposed to sign my permission slip." He groaned, climbing up on the stool.

"Hi Ethan!" He greeted Ethan.

"Hey little dude!" Ethan smiled.

"Go get it." I said to him. He came back moments later with a piece of paper in his hand.

I grabbed a pen and signed my mom's name. She writes it sloppily, so it's not hard to copy.

"Are you allowed to do that?" Luke asked, putting the paper in his bag.

"No, not at all. Now let's get you to school."

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"Shouldn't you be at school?" I asked him.

"Eh, I can just have my mom call me in sick." He said, keeping his eyes on the road. We took Luke to school, and now we were driving back to my house.

I grabbed his hand, holding it while looking out the window.

"Are you hungry?" He asked me.

"No." I simply said. I just wanted to go home and sleep.

"Are you sure? Not even pancakes? Or waffles? Eggs? Bacon? Sausage?" He cockily smiled at me.

I pursed my lips, giving him a blank stare. He kept looking back and forth to the road and me.

"Why are you giving me that look?" He asked laughing. I started smiling and laughed as well.

Damn it! I can never keep a serious face.

"So food?" He asked, looking at me again.

"Sure." I only agreed because I knew he wanted food, and I'm positive my stomach will be growling later.

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I woke up again, but this time feeling arms wrapped around me. I leaned up a bit, looking in the container for more food. Empty.

I looked over on Ethan's side to see the container open, and seeing one pancake left. Score! I slowly reached over trying to grab the container. I was so close until Ethan pushed me back down.

"Don't touch my pancake." His voice was raspy since he just woke up. His sleepy voice is hot.

"How do you know I was reaching for your pancake?" I asked him.

"What else would you be reaching for?"

"Um, maybe I was reaching for the remote." I responded, hoping that would pass.

"The remote is by you." I turned and saw the remote sitting there.

"Okay fine I wanted your pancake." I huffed.

"You can have it though."

"What? But you just said-" I reached over for the pancake taking a bite out of it.

"But give me some too." He said. I gave him a piece, feeding it to him.

"By the way I only said you could have it, because I didn't feel like grabbing it." He told me.

"You're so lazy." I grabbed his face and squished his cheeks.

"I'm home!" Luke screamed.

"Do you know how to cook?" I asked him.

He laughed and quickly said no.

"Oof." I replied, getting up.

"What? Where are you going?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

"I have to go make something." I missed his cheek and walked downstairs.

"Homework?" I asked Luke, seeing him watch tv.

"Already did it." He answered, keeping his eyes in the tv.

"Are you hungry?" I looked through cupboards, deciding on making spaghetti.

"Yes!" I heard his little feet running, as he hopped on the stool.

"Food isn't ready yet bud." I laughed.

"I know." He said, staring at the tv again.

"Is Ethan here?" I nodded my head and got a great idea.

"Why don't you go wake him up, he's been wanting to play with you for a long time." I smiled.

"Really?" He asked bouncing in his chair excitedly. I nodded my head as I watched him run upstairs.

I heard Ethan groan and Luke happily shouting a couple times. I laughed out loud as I continued to stir the noodles.

"T, what did you tell your brother?" He looked at me still tired.

"Aw were you still tired?" I pouted at him.

"Ethan! The controller is not going to play itself!!" Luke yelled. Ethan gave me a death glare as I was laughing at him.
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this is terrible, i didn't know what to write sorry :(