Playing With Fire || d.h

35. Hi, Welcome to Chili's

Your POV

Light shines in through the windows, causing me to squint as I open my eyes for the first time today. It takes about three seconds for me to realize I have half my body draped over Dan, who's completely conked out, snoring almost silently. When did I fall asleep? And how did I end up this close to him?

I slowly sit up, rubbing my eyes, and glance around for my phone, spotting it on the nightstand. I pick it up, not even questioning how it got there, and start scrolling through my notifications. Nothing interesting. I cautiously crawl out of bed, and walk silently to the bathroom. When I look in the mirror, I'm caught off guard by my hellish appearance, my snarled hair, the makeup dripping down my face. I hastily use a wet washcloth to wash what I can off, and run a brush through my hair until it hangs limply down my back.

"G'morning," Dan greets me as I walk back into his room. I check the alarm clock. 8:02. Has Dan ever even been up this early, ever?

"Oh, did I wake you up?" I ask, slipping back into bed next to him.

"Oh, no, I had a phone call," he replies, and I nod in response. I don't know if he's telling the truth, but I decide not to question it.

"Are you getting up already?" I question as Dan crawls out of bed. I notice he's dressed in Yuri! On Ice pajama pants. What a fucking dork.

"Yeah, I'm fucking starving," he answers. "Do you want anything to eat?" I shrug, and crawl out of bed. I clumsily walk while also using the heels of my feet to pull my leggings back down to my ankles. As I get to the doorway, I almost topple over, and Dan catches my shoulder.

He chuckles. "You know, most people would just stop walking, and roll down their ankles with their hands."

"Well, I'm not very good at doing the things normal people do," I reply, gripping onto Dan as I finish scootching down my leggings.

We walk out to the kitchen, where Dodie is sitting, eating leftover spaghetti and scrolling through her phone. She looks up in surprise as she hears us walk in.

"How are you already up?" Her and Dan say in unison.

"What kind of person eats spaghetti for breakfast?" Dan asks.

"What kind of person wears Yuri! On Ice pajama pants?" Dodie counters.

Dan rolls his eyes, then gives a self-deprecating grin. "You got me there."

"Ooh!" Dodie gasps, looking at me. "Can you make pancakes?"

My eyebrows snap up. "You're eating a popcorn bowl filled with spaghetti, how are you gonna also eat pancakes?"

"I don't eat based on whether or not I can, I eat based on if there's something good, and deal with the consequences later," she replies, shrugging. I roll my eyes, and start pulling ingredients out of the pantry. While pulling out the vanilla, I see cinnamon, and have an idea.

I grab butter, ground cinnamon, and brown sugar, and mix what seems like right measurements in the bowl, until it tastes like a good cinnamon filling. I then grab cream cheese, more butter, powdered sugar, and vanilla, and prepare a cream cheese glaze.

I heat up the skillet and start making the pancakes. Then, I put the cinnamon filling in a plastic bag, snip the corner, and squeeze a spiral on top of each of the pancakes. I flip the first pancake a few feet in the air like a film, mainly to show off, and giggle as Dodie gasps and starts applauding.

"Show-off," Dan mumbles, and I laugh. I make a large stack of thick, fluffy pancakes, and grab a few plates from the cupboard. I place two on each, and pour cream cheese glaze over each stack. I grab silverware from one of the drawers, balance the three plates on my arms, and bring them to the kitchen table, placing one in front of Dan, Dodie, and lastly, my own seat.