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Pancakes

My alarm went off at 9am. Dang. I'm behind schedule. Jumping in and out the shower it was 9:25. I called the neighborhood diner ordering a bunch of pancakes to be here by 10:45am. Justin loves pancakes. I fixed the living room to look somewhat presentable.

Ding dong.

The hotcakes are here.

I honestly love pancakes too, but yesterday was about Justin, not me.

I paid the guy and set the hot pancakes on the small round island in my kitchen. Glancing at the clock on the microwave I saw it was 10:52. 8 minutes until my lov-, I mean, Justin gets here.

As I started to walk away from my kitchen to sit down, the doorbell rang. HE'S HERE. HE'S HERE. Felix keep calm. Keep calm. I slowly breathed as I opened my apartment door. I had given him my address before he handed me my spaghetti just in case this did happen. I don't have his number, so I couldn't text him or anything.

"X.", he screamed.

"Well hello to you too Justin. Come in, come in.", I moved out of the doorway allowing access to my apartment.

"So how long have you been living here. You're not even 18."

"It was my favorite aunt's. She died when I was 13. She knew my parents despised me. So she left it to me. The landlord doesn't care who is in here just when the money comes."

"Well if they despise you, as you say, why did they not give you up."

"Because both sets of my grandparents were rich. Then my parents would've been cut off if they gave me up. So when my grandparents died, yes all of them, they told me to get out. I was 12. A couple months later, a day after my birthday, my aunt called me and said she was dying. So she left me this apartment.

"X, I'm so sorry."

"Hey. it's not your fault. Look. I have something for you Justin." I took him to the island of the kitchen. I had transferred the hotcakes to big serving plates. His mouth hung open and his eyes twinkled.

Yes twinkled. That's a word, right? Ok then whatever.

"Yoo Whoo. Justin.", I waved my hands in front of his face."Earth to Justin."

He snapped out of it."Thank you so much X.", he flunged his arms around my neck. I hugged him back. "You're welcome? I didn't realize you'd be this excited."

"Can we eat them please. Now please. Please X, Please X. Pleaseeeeee.", he begged on his knees.

"Sure."

"Do you have syr--?"

Before he had a chance to finish, Maple Syrup, Butter Syrup and Maple Butter Syrup were in front of him.

His eyes twinkled again. He seemed to love syrup. He picked the Maple Butter Syrup so he didn't have to add butter, though he did it anyway.

10 pancakes later he was slowing down. Glancing at the clock I noticed it has only been 4 minutes. Jesus. I think he was getting full.