Unexpected

two.

Waking up, the first thing I do is check my phone and seeing that it's 11:31 am. That's one of the beautiful things about summer. Being able to go to sleep whenever you wanted and waking up whenever you wanted.

Last night Harrison and I went to sleep around 3 am. After watching the Nightmare on Elm Street series, we watched YouTube videos and had a long conversation about random topics until we eventually got tired. It's always been like that with us;

"Yo. Garcia, wake up," I say, poking Harrison's ribs with my pointer finger since that's his ticklish spot.

"What do you want, Peterson," he groans out.

"Make me food. I'm starvin' like Marvin."

Rolling over, he opened his eyes, squinting when he saw the light pouring through the white sheets. "Why is it that every time you come over you expect me to cater and tend to you? You have two arms and two legs that work perfectly fine."

I roll my eyes at this. "Yeah, yeah, go make me pancakes."

Knowing that he wasn't gonna win, he stood up with a groan. When I see him go into the kitchen, I make my way to the bathroom. Brushing my teeth and washing my face, I put on some moisturizer before making my way to the kitchen with Harrison. Walking back into the kitchen, I see that Harrison's bare and muscular back is facing me, meaning that he didn't hear me come in.

Creeping up behind him slowly, I see that he was only leaning against the counter and scrolling through his phone so I wouldn't have to worry about him accidentally stabbing or burning himself. One I make my way behind his hunched over 5'10 frame, I slowly but gently rub my hands down his back.

"Hey there, big boy," I say seductively. As soon as he feels my touch he flinches and lets out a small yelp, earning a loud snort from me. He's so easily scared.

"Jesus, J. You just scared the shit out of me," he exclaims breathlessly.

Seeing his reddened face, I laughed. "It ain't my fault you get scared easily."

Hopping up on the island, I watched as Harrison turned around. Flipping the pancakes, the muscles in his back moved and flexed with every movement.

The sight is borderline mouth watering for me.

After a solid five minutes, the food was done and our plates were made. Sitting at the stool chair next to the one that was in front of me, Harrison sat down and began to eat his food. He made us pancakes and bacon since he knew how much I hated eggs.

Putting the piece of bacon in my mouth, I moan at the deliciousness after it made its way down my throat. "Oh God, this is great."

"Thanks, but I prefer to go by 'Harrison'," he said with a cocky smirk.

Rolling my eyes, I flip him off. He's such an arrogant little shit.

"Maybe you should go to culinary school," I tell him once I finish the food on my plate. Hopping down from the island, I make my way to the sink to wash out my used dishes.

"I don't know," he says while getting up. "I don't think that'd be my first choice career."

I could feel him walk up behind me. I silently held my hand out so that so could wash out his dish as well since he cooked for us.

"Yeah, I get that," I shrug. "We still have months before we have to make any major decisions. But culinary school is an option, right?"

There were a few seconds of silence which made me think that Harrison walked out of the kitchen or something. Placing the dish in the drying rack, I turn to see him still standing behind look like he was deep in thought. "Guess not."