He let go of my hand, and walked into the kitchen.
I followed closely behind him.
I put my waist to the counter, and nervously fiddled with my sleeves.
"What are we.. gonna make..?" I hesitantly asked.
He turned around, and leaned back on the counter. Eyebrows slightly furrowed, as he gently tapped his fingers on the counter.
Pure silence, except for the light tapping sound of Anti's fingers filled the room.
"Pancakes?" He asked, as his eyes lit up.
I shot him a crooked smile, and slightly relaxed my tense nerves.
I could've sworn I saw him blush slightly. But I just brushed it off, and carried on with the conversation.
"Sure!" I answered back, sliding across the tile over to Anti. Using my socks as skates.
Accidentally bumping into him in the process. He gently grabbed my arms to keep me from falling.
"Sorry..!" I squeaked.
He didn't say anything. He just softly chuckled, and let go.
He turned around, and opened up one of the cabinets.
Getting out two plates, as I fiddled with my hair.
He handed me one, and set his down on the counter.
I set mine down as well.
He grabbed some more utensils, and ingredients, and set them by the bowls.
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Why Aren't You Scared? (Antisepticeye Fanfiction) 🚨 DISCONTINUED 🚨
Fanfiction🚨 DISCONTINUED 🚨 ⚠️OLD USERNAME⚠️ Hi, my name is Mary. I'm 27 years old, and my life is fucked the hell up. My mother is a drug addict, and my father is a drunk. They constantly beat me and shout awful things at me whenever I get home from work. ...
