Underrated Youth -YUNGBLUD- [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 7 -The Breakfast-

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Reva POV

I wake up to the smell of smoke. My eyes immediately snap open and I spring out of bed. I run out of my room and down the hallway but stop in my tracks when I see the source of the scent.
"Uh, hey Reva," Dom says from where he stands in the kitchen, staring cluelessly at the flaming pan in front of him. This fucking idiot. I sigh in exasperation and smack him on the head before throwing a cup full of water on the fire. I turn back to Dom scowling and he gives me a sheepish smile.
"What the fuck was that supposed to be Dom?" I ask skeptically.
"Pancakes?" He says more like a question than a statement. I roll my eyes.
"I think you may have overcooked them just a bit." He smiles but then his eyes trail towards my hair and he puts his hand in front of his mouth to muffle a laugh. I purse my lips and run my fingers through my hair to straighten it out.
"Shut up."
"I didn't say anything."
I turn back to the mess he made and spot an empty bowl. I place it on the island and start taking ingredients out of the fridge.
"What are you doing?" Dom asks curiously.
"Making pancakes," I respond. He frowns.
"I can help with that." I snort at him.
"After almost burning the house down? Forget it Dom. I'd like to have an edible breakfast thank you very much." He sighs but reluctantly sits down and watches me with his head propped up on his hands. I add blueberries to the batter and start to mix it. Suddenly I feel something hit the back of my head. I turn around slowly only to find Dom popping a blueberry into his mouth with a falsely innocent expression on his face. He smiles sweetly at me. I turn back to the batter and continue. When I feel another blueberry hit me I spin around and dump the entire bag of flour on his head. I grin wickedly as Dom blinks, white powder falling from his hair like snow.
I return to the stove and turn it on. After letting the pan heat up, I pour medium sized circles of batter into it. The smell of pancakes starts to fill the air and I flip them, smiling proudly at the golden brown color. Once I have about 8 done, I turn off the stove. I slide 4 onto each plate, drown them in butter and whipped cream, and set them down on the table. Dom stares at the plates with his mouth hanging open.
"How the fuck did you do that?" He asks incredulously. I shrug.
"I've been cooking for myself for a while. You get better with practice." He eventually snaps out of his trance and starts wolfing down the pancakes.
"Fuck!" He exclaims. "These are so good!" I laugh at his face which is covered in whipped cream. An idea pops into my head and I grab the whipped cream, squirt some onto my finger, and wipe it on his nose. I snort out a laugh when I see the result. I keep eating, but look up at him and snort again. He pouts at me, the whipped cream still on his nose.
       "You look like a bunny," I say through my giggles. He responds by trying to lick it off, but his tongue isn't long enough to reach, so he ends up looking really fucking stupid. I crack up and he pauses to smirk at me.
"Why don't you lick it off for me love?" I shrug and lean across the table, licking the whipped cream off, then sitting down again. His face turned a light shade of pink and I laughed before grabbing our empty plates and putting them in the sink. Dom jumped up and pulled me back.
"Hey hey hey! You don't have to clean up!" He said worriedly. I rolled my eyes and turned around to face him.
"I was only putting them in the sink so I'd look polite. Trust me, I wouldn't wash somebody else's shit for a million bucks." He laughed and leaned back against the counter.
"So what would you like to do today Little Raven?" Dom asked. I scowled at the nickname.
"Curl up and die," I countered. (If I had common sense I'd cut myself and curl up and die.) Dom sighed and shook his head.
"That's not an option Reva. How about we watch a movie?" I groaned but eventually nodded in agreement. I followed Dom into the living room and plopped down in the corner. The corner is the best place on the couch, obviously.
"What do you want to watch?" Asked Dom. I immediately responded.
"A horror movie. Preferably based on a book. Preferably written by Stephen King. Preferably about a clown." Dom glanced at me while turning on the TV.
"Okaaaaay. So I guess we're watching IT then." I smiled and gave him a thumbs up. "Want me to make some popcorn?" I nodded and made a shooing motion with my hands so he'd hurry up. While he was in the kitchen I swiped 3 blankets and some extra pillows from the other side of the couch. When Dom came back with a huge bowl of popcorn he stopped and looked skeptically at me, surrounded in warmth, and the rest of the couch, as barren as a desert. I batted my lashes and patted the spot beside the me. He rolled his eyes but sat next to me anyway. I snatched the bowl from his hands. He sighed and pressed play.
About halfway through the movie I noticed that Dom was flinching whenever there was a jump scare, so I opened up my cocoon and wrapped him in it as well. He visibly relaxed and put his arm around my shoulders. We stayed like that for the rest of the movie.

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