how could i not fall for you? - discontinued.

chapter five.

clay woke up and rubbed his eyes. it was only about five in the morning and it was dead silent.
gliding down the hallways of his home, clay snuck into the living room. vincent was still asleep, softly snoring.

gazing at him for a moment, clay blushed before going back to his room.

haven't even been awake for five minutes and i'm already doing weird stuff. clay thought to himself.
maybe i can make some pancakes for vincent.

✨ time skip ✨

vincent woke up and stretched his arms. the familar scent of pancakes filled the room.
sitting up and wrapped the blanket around himself, vincent looked around the room, only to see clay making pancakes in the kitchen.

"clay?"

"oh!" clay turned around, a spatula in his hand. "i didn't expect you to wake up so early." he finished, a friendly smile on his face.

"i hope you like pancakes, because if you don't it's too late." clay giggled.

"oh, i don't have anything against them." vincent replied, getting up from the couch and wrapping the blanket around himself once more.

"when did you wake up? i thought you fell asleep on the couch last night."

"pretty early actually." clay said, avoiding the second part of vincent's sentence.

"hm."

"do you like anything special on your pancakes?"

"no, not really. kinda just a fan of some classic pancakes with syrup and butter." vincent said.

just syrup and butter. clay thought.

making a mental list of vincent did and didn't like, he stacked two pancakes onto each other, spreading butter on them and adding syrup.
placing the plate at the dining table infront of vincent, clay sat down right across from him, his plate for himself in his hands.

vincent took a bite of his pancakes, clay anxiously glancing up at him at he fiddled with his fork.

"what do you think...?"

"it's actually really good!" vincent said after swallowing, a smile across his face.

"really?"

"do you really think i'm gonna lie about your cooking?"

"yeah, kinda..." clay mumbled.

"you need to be more confident in youself, clay." vincent replied in a soft tone. "c'mon, don't let your food get cold."

taking a bite of his own pancakes, clay's mind wandered as he ate. before he even noticed, both of them had finished, vincent gazing at clay.

seeing that clay was done, vincent averted his eyes and look elsewhere, trying to forget the conversation they had while making lunch.

"i'm pan if it really means that much to you."

"sorry if everything you've ate so far has been kinda sucky. cooking isn't really my strong suit and i'm not a big fan of going out and ordering food." clay said, breaking the silence.