The aroma of pancakes and waffles filled the house and slapped this man awake.
The crimson sun was seeping in through the windows. The room was hot with the odour of men.
A groan came from Marcel's side of the room.
Awakened by the conflicting sweet smell, he blinks awake and tries registering his surroundings.
He glances down and finds himself wrapped in a familiar red duvet and resting on a familiar black pillow. He glances to the bed beside him to see his snoring roommate.
Marcel reaches for the smashed phone on the bed side table. 11:12 Saturday 12/06.
He doesn't remember how he woke up in his bed, or how he got home from the restaurant.
Quite frankly he doesn't care.
As he jogs downstairs the faint scent intensifies.
The chef of the hour is a 5'5, mocha toned styled fashionably in a large tee and a cheetah bonnet, its Mikayla.
In usual circumstances Marcel would have avoided her at all costs.
However, this isn't ordinary circumstances because Mikayla isn't empty handed applying pressure on him.
She's currently holding a pan and flipping pancakes, and a hungry stomach doesn't discriminate on its provider.
"Morning" she chimes, without turning around.
She is not yet aware of the recipient of her greeting.
He takes this opportunity to suck up as much as possible in order to obtain his current objective.
"Morninggggg bestiee~" Marcel sings, wrapping her in a warm embrace from behind.
"Where's my jackett~" she replies. Same tone, different objective.
"Alright its lost, lost it with Aaron and you know that. Just move on". Yes, Marcel lost one of her valuables but shes been dragging this out for weeks.
"Move on?? Do you have move on money??! Find Aaron and get my jacket back. Or I'll sell your wardrobe till I get my money back" A threat she gives while setting the table.
"Come onnnnn, you know how Aaron's like. I don't wanna ask him again"
"Oh then here's an idea, BUY ANOTHER ONE FOR ME"
Silence.
"... A VINTAGE JACKET!? Just dash out my lung right here"
Only madness can possess someone to say that.
"THEN WHY DID YOU BEG ME FOR IT KNOWING FULL WELL AB BUM LIKE YOU WOULD LOSE IT"
"IT'S ONLY BECAUSE-" Marcel re-collects himself. "You know what I'm done." A sigh leaves him as he takes a plate ans starts setting up a plate of waffles and chicken.
"I've saved up some money on the side. I'll go online and order a new one today".
A necessary sacrifice for this age long stalemate.
"Promise?"
"I promise"
With that the generational war has come to a close. What an era.
The too glad-too soon dread head sits down, stuffing his face before trouble starts again.
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A half naked, half awake Ace slumps into the kitchen. Only recognising food.
Piling his plate, he falls into his seat.
Marcel and Mikayla look at Ace in disgust as he stuffs his face.
The pig only stops to breathe and drink some juice on the table. After his massacre, he belches and finally registers other people in the room.
"You good?" Ace says openly.
"Who are you competing with?"Mikayla will always wonder why this privileged Asian man acts the way he does.
He laughs. "I haven't eaten since like...lunch time yesterday?"
Marcel's eyebrows furrow. "How? When I left you yesterday you were gonna order pizza"
Ace sighs re living the memory. "Yeah I was going to. Remember that essay that I kept getting extended? It was due midnight, Rose reminded me. Opened my laptop.We were given this three weeks ago. Blank page".
"Seriously?" Mikayla laughs.
"Left it for a few hours. Panic drafted. Gave up. Slept".
"On Mr Smith? You're brave."Marcel comments.
"I've already settled my affairs." He says getting up withe everyone's plates and heading for the piling sink.
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RomanceSecrets. Questions. Confessions. 6 University Students underneath one roof. They're getting to know one another, trying to make ends meet. Individually they all have they're secrets and struggles but they still manage to enjoy the little things in...
