Collin and Drake - Moments

The Pancakes

The sweet smell of pancakes floated through the cool morning air as they were cooked. But the smell wouldn't last for long. Collin Wright, the nineteen year old male who did research of monsters, was cooking breakfast. Now this, would seem fine, if he wasn't an awful cook. He had made it right, but he always messed up.

Humming, he smiled at himself. He was honestly quite proud of himself so far. Well, until the sweet smell vanished and was replaced with a repulsive burning scent. "No, no, no!" He said under his breath as he tried to stop the stove. But it didn't really work too well.

Footsteps echoed in the large mansion as a tall man walked down in all black attire. He had smelt the burning and knew that his housemate had been attempting to cook him breakfast again. This was their sixth year of living with each other, so at least it wasn't as bad as it used to be.

The half-demon called Drake Tatern, who handled all the monsters by fighting, burst into the kitchen. In a loud voice, he shouted, "You fucking idiot! I told you not to cook again!" He groaned a bit and Collin nervously jumped, still trying to get it to cool down.

Rolling his bright crystal blue eyes, Drake walked over and grabbed his wrist. Collin looked at him confused. What would he do? He didn't have the best attitude and he didn't really mind bringing harm to him all that much. "What are y-AHHH!"

The black haired male had put his hand on the burning surface of the stove. Collin screamed and Drake held his hand for a moment before letting him go. Jumping around, the blonde completely freaked out. "What the hell?! Are you crazy?!" He shouted.

Shrugging, a faint smirk played on Drake's lips. "I'll cook instead." Glaring at him, Collin walked over and got some ice. "Fine...but you owe me for that." Drake sighed as he cleaned up the mess that had been made by his friend. "Yeah, yeah...here. You can hit me."

His emerald green eyes widened at what he heard the taller male say. "Wait what?!" "You can hit me, now. Go ahead." Collin huffed slightly before he punched him in the stomach as hard as he could, which wasn't very much. Since Drake was more used to pain like that, he hardly even noticed it.

"That was it? Seriously?" Drake began to laugh loudly, causing Collin's face to heat up a bit. Their relationship was always like this. But they didn't mind it too much. Sure, Drake was violent and could be cruel, but he was a good guy. He just didn't show it all the time. Besides, he found messing with Collin extremely fun and amusing.

"Aw...I'm sorry..." The half-demon said to the human with a sly smirk as he ruffled his blonde hair. Sighing, Collin moved close to him. "It's alright...just try harder to not hurt me anymore, okay?!" Drake shrugged a bit. "I don't promise anything, shortie."
"I'm not that short, uh, tree!" replied Collin, puffing his cheeks slightly.
"Oh yeah, great insult there." said the taller male with sarcasm.
Drake began to walk off, but Collin grabbed his wrist. "Don't you dare leave now! I'm hungry...." Rolling his eyes, Drake moved to the stove. "Fine...I'll cook you something but I don't promise not to poison it..." He whispered the last part, making Collin a bit concerned and frankly just terrified.