Once Upon A Friday Night

Part I | Chapter 9 ~ Getting Along?

Waking up the next morning was a breeze, I was well rested and actually lively for once. I sat up to yawn, stretching my arms up to wince as I readied my body for the day.

I stopped once I realized that the entire room smelled of bacon. My mouth watered as I stood up with the slight lightheaded feeling I always get when I rise to fast, and headed to the kitchen. I sighed in relief at the sight of the juicy strips sizzling in the pan with butter and seasonings. I reared back when I realized that Lance was cooking it.

The brute cooks?

"What are you doing?" I cocked my brow.

"What do you think I'm doing?" He huffed. "I'm making breakfast." He grinned.

I grumbled, turning around to leave the kitchen. What a jerk. Eating food look like around me without any consideration for how long it's been since I've had a decent meal.

I took the time to get dressed, jeans and a hoodie, then grabbed my bag to pack it up with all of my things for the classes that day.   Once I stepped towards the door however, Lance interrupted my exit.

"Aren't you going to eat?" He asked suddenly.

I paused, then turned to him.

"I don't have enough time to make breakfast." I rolled my eyes, then opened the door.

"Well, yeah. I already made it." He lifted up a plate, clearly confused at my response.

I tilted my head. "That's yours."

He smiled softly, looking away. "Uhh.. No, it's yours." He chuckled, essentially at my stupidity.

"Oh." I stared at the plate for a minute.

I wanted to be tough and refuse, but my hunger tore at me and changed my mind.

"I guess I can stay for a little bit longer.." I shrugged, heading into the kitchen past him to sit down.

Lance put the plate in front of me, then sat down across from me to eat at his own. I hesitated while taking my first bite. Poison? Burnt on purpose? Spoiled?..

Delicious..

I practically melted in my seat as I chewed slowly, absorbing the flavors of the bacon, the eggs, and the toast. Although it was simple, I adored him. The breakfast, I adored the breakfast.

"So?" He stared at me. "What do you think?"

"It's amazing!" I stated giddily through a mouth full of bacon.

He smiled softly. "Good."

"You should've entered into a cooking major.." I shook my head.

He shrugged. "I'm not much of a cook.. I just learned from my mom."

"Really? Is your mom a chef then?" I asked without looking up from my plate.

He was silent for a moment, then scratched the side of his head. "No, she works for my dad.."

"Oh. Well what does your dad do?" I glanced up.

"He's a businessman. He buys companies and breaks them into pieces to sell them to other companies for stock. My mom is his supervising attendant.. She helps persuade companies to sell to my dad." He poked at his food aimlessly.

"Is that where you get all your money from?"

I noticed him glare at his hand when I said that.