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First Date

Chapter 9: First Date

I wake up to the smell of pancakes. I jump out of bed. I put my hair in a messy bun and

run downstairs. I run to the kitchen and almost slip because of my socks. I see Ryan by

the stove flipping a pancake.

"Good morning, Hazel." Ryan says placing a pancake on a plate.

"Good morning, blue eyes." I respond

He hands me a plate with three pancakes stacked on top of one another, syrup, banana

pennies arranged neatly on the top, whip cream on the top, and chocolate chips. He

hands me a fork and knife. I cut my pancakes into four sections. I stick my fork into one

of the sections and eat away, like always. I start to think about why Ryan would make

me pancakes.

"Did you know you fart in your sleep?" He says

I feel my face heat up.

"Do I?" I ask in an embarrassed voice.

"Yeah, you do but don't be embarrassed I did too when I was young."

I start to laugh. I can imagine a mini Ryan curled up in his bed probably having

nightmares, he would look so adorable.

"Hey, I didn't laugh at you so I suggest you do the same." He says waving the spatula

around in the air.

"Okay." I say trying to contain my laughs

These pancakes are amazing! They're soft and fluffy in the inside and crunchy on the

outside. I think he learned from someone or maybe this is his first time making

pancakes.

"Where did you learn how to make these amazing pancakes?" I ask

"My mom. I used to help her make pancakes all the time. She even put her apron on me

sometimes." He says with a smile of pure happiness

"That's so cute." I say

"You miss her?" I add

"Yeah, a lot, sometimes I wish R.I.P meant Return If Possible."

I remember that quote from his bedroom. It was under a picture of his mom. He sits in

the stool next to me and eats his pancakes in silence. I sit there, this silence is the

silence that I like. It's a broken heart silence. It makes me feel sad and gets me deep in

thought. I feel bad for Ryan. I wish we could switch places, I don't want him to suffer. If

I could switch places with him I would. I finish my pancakes, get up from the counter

and just as I'm about to start washing my plate. Ryan grabs me by the waist and turns

me around, away from the sink. He then starts washing the plates. I don't argue with

him, I don't think it's an appropriate time. I run upstairs to take a shower and brush my

teeth.

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Ryan's POV-