Chapter three. (Caden’s POV)
When I woke up I was alone and in my bed, so I wandered downstairs to find everyone. I made my way into the living room and found all my men sitting on the couch playing MW3 together.
So that's why I was in my bed...
I walked over to Blake and sat down next to him, leaning my head on his shoulder.
"What time is it?" I yawned.
"Ten-ish," Jayden answered me, moving his body slightly to see the screen better.
"I'm hungry. Have you had breakfast yet?" I turned to Blake who shook his head. "Come on then."
"We're hungry too!" I heard from behind me, along with the stomping of feet. Blake grabbed me waist and shoved me out the way seconds before they went crashing through the kitchen's revolving door.
"Thanks. Holy crap you guys. What are you doing!?" I exclaimed.
"We're hungry," they shrugged, not caring that they had almost just knocked me out.
"Thanks for caring," I mumbled as I got to work on Blake's favorite breakfast—Waffles and bacon.
I put the waffles on the waffle iron and the bacon into the frying pan.
"You remembered," Blake said, sitting on a stool next to the counter.
"Of course I did."
I turned away from him to get the orange juice off the top shelf. I shivered from the cold and realized I only had on my t-shirt and short shorts for pajamas. No wonder Jayden was being so nice. Shrugging I went to the cupboard and pulled out 2 glasses.
"Why are there only two glasses?" Nick said from behind me.
"Who said I was making you breakfast?" I shrugged.
"Come on. I just got back!" he whined like a toddler.
"Fine," I said, pulling down two bowls, a box of Fruit Loops and the milk. I picked up two spoons on my way to the table. "There. Eat up."
I walked back to the kitchen and put the waffles and bacon onto two plates and walking to the counter. I took a seat next to Blake.
"Crap. I forgot the syrup."
"I got it," he told me, standing up and walking towards the pantry. "Top shelf right?"
I just nodded. I wouldn't have been able to reach it anyways.
He grabbed it and set it down in the middle and dug in, only using the syrup once I was done evenly distributing it through the holes in the top.
"Would you like to go back to my house after breakfast?" he asked me, looking at under his eyelashes.
"Sure."
As we walked hand in hand outside to his truck, I couldn't help but feel butterflies. I always still got them if he even looked in my direction, touched my face, or pulled me closer. Smiling slightly to myself earned me a confused look from Blake.
"What are you smiling about?" he asked, pulling me slightly closer into his side.
"You," I laughed out.
"What? What are you laughing at?" he said, wiping his face to see if anything was on it.
"Nothing. Just thinking about you," I said, and before he could say anything, "And not like that either. Get your head out of the gutter."
"You said it. Not me."
"Whatever," I said, letting him win the argument easily.
"Are you ready to go now, then?"
