He awoke to the sound of music blaring. Groggily, he rubbed his eyes and rolled out of bed, putting an old t-shirt on and shuffling out of the bedroom. The smell of bacon lured him to the kitchen, where he discovered the most beautiful sight he'd ever witnessed.
His girlfriend was dancing around the kitchen, singing at the top of her lungs, wearing his plaid shirt and a sinfully short pair of cotton shorts. She spun between the stove and the fridge, collecting ingredients and throwing them into an omelette. As she went to return the milk cartoon to the fridge, she turned and saw him, a laugh escaping as she caught him gawking.
"Good morning sleepyhead!" She beamed, giving him a quick peck on the nose, "I was beginning to think I'd be eating breakfast alone."
"I'd never miss a breakfast that smells this amazing. Besides, it's kind of impossible to sleep through the music." He smirked.
"Oops, guilty!" She winked. He laughed at her mock innocence, knowing full well that she had turned the music up on purpose, "Sorry babe, you know I can't resist a catchy tune!" She reached forward and grabbed his hand, pulling him in a twirl. He laughed and grabbed her waist, pulling her close and spinning her around the room. He began to sing along to the song, loudly and off-key. She burst into a fit of laughter and joined in with him.
They continued to dance around the kitchen, so distracted by the music that they completely forgot about breakfast. That is, until the smoke detector went off.
"Oh no!" Betty flew into a panic, pulling her omelette off the stove top and dumping it into the trash, "Quick, crack a window!" Jughead instantly launched into action.
As quickly as it began, the moment of frenzy was over. Betty turned the music down and faced Jughead. "I'm sorry." She pouted, "I really wanted to make a good breakfast. I wanted to properly celebrate our first month of living together."
"Oh, Betty, come on, come here." Betty slumped over and allowed Jughead to wrap his arms around her. "It's just some overcooked eggs. It's not a big deal."
"I know..." Betty breathed heavily into his chest, "I just really wanted to surprise you."
"Oh, don't you worry - you definitely surprised me. Besides, the omelette isn't the only thing you made! There's always the bacon." Jughead winked at her, plucking a piece from the counter and taking a bite. "Perfectly crisp, if I do say so myself."
Betty smiled and blushed at the ground, "There are also cinnamon rolls in the oven."
Jughead stopped eating his bacon mid-chew, eyes growing wide. "God you're amazing."
Betty giggled at the compliment, her mood instantly brightening. "I think you're pretty amazing too."
"Now come on," Jughead smiled, "Let's turn the music back up and eat some more of this delicious breakfast."
