Problem Solving

Pancakes

Marina's POV

She doesn't start to fidget more until probably 11.

Luckily she's a cute sleeper.

I've been awake since 9.. maybe 10. But it hasn't even felt that long waiting for her. And she does make cute noises asleep..

She'd hate how vulnerable she is right now: me being her current protector, her makeup being smudged, sleeping at the end of my bed.. cute.

The smudged makeup is still pretty on her. It even looks kind of intentional. Her lipsticks half across her cheek and most likely on my bedsheets - but that's okay. And her mascara has run a little from when we laughed so hard we cried.... I smile thinking about it.

All I want is for her to soften a little, be how she was with me last night all the time. But then maybe the excitement of her attention would fade..... I don't think so, actually... attention from a pretty girl is always nice, especially when I know how she used to act towards me.

I don't think much could put me off her, she's really got me.. maybe it's a problem. Am I too attracted to her? Maybe, but how could I solve that problem even if I wanted t-

"What the fuck, were you watching me sleep?" She mumbles, rubbing her face as she wakes up.

"And what if I was.." I smile, she looks at me with lowered eyebrows. She's uncomfortably vulnerable.

"What time is it?" She asks, changing the subject and conversational mood I tried to create.

"About half eleven or so. Are you in any form of a rush?"

"What?" She kinda squints

"Are you leaving quickly like last time?" I ask, for a second not knowing how she'll take it.

"You're funny.." she lays her head back down, but facing away from me "last time I didn't mean to stay over. And I didn't want to talk to you"

"Absolutely charming.." I pause "Lana?"

"Uhuh?"

"Why did you come last night?" I ask her. It takes her a minute

"I don't know. You were drunk and I wanted to get drunk so.." hmm

"Well thank you for coming anyway. I feel as thought it could've turned into a bad night if I was alone."

"Bad?" She looks at me again, I nod "then I'm glad I came"..... was she just nice to me?

"Thanks" I bet she hates feeling so vulnerable. "Would you like some pancakes?" I ask, she kinda looks away a second in though. Then her expression changes to 'fuck it'

"Sure"

"Excellent. Let's go brush our teeth"

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"What the fuck type of pancake do you make like that?" Lana asks, staring at me in confusion

"The Japanese fuck type." I smile "you steam them, and flip them over.. they have no egg yolks so are very fluffy and incredible to eat"

"Huh.." she watches me put the lid on the pan "you're kinda smart huh?"

"I just like cooking, especially things from different cultures. It's interesting how there's different food all around the world. Before the internet, unless you went there you wouldn't taste it. But nowadays you can get recipes from online and indulge.." I feel myself ramble so stop

"You're so right.." she thinks a second "are you a good cook?"

"How am I supposed to answer that?" I laugh, she kinda smiles. She has such a pretty smile!! And her teeth are so perfect.