Two Idiots and a Cape

Chapter 18: Uh, Hey There!

Edward hummed softly, feeling oddly and comfortably warm where he lay, smelling something like... what was that; Mango? It was nice. He shifted, becoming aware that something heavy was resting on his chest. What the heck? He should probably check that out but if he was honest he didn't really wanna get up. He was never this comfy in the mornings. He heard a soft snickering, followed by a click and a whispered: "Awww, that's so friggin cute!" Alright, that's it. He cracked his eyes open, glancing over to see Pam and Carla standing in the kitchen, Carla holding up a camera while Pam seemed to be struggling not to freak out too loudly. He scrunched up his brows. What were–? He glanced down at his chest, cheeks blazing when he saw that Micheal was passed out on top of him, head resting on Edward's chest, one hand gripping his shirt while the other hung over the side of the couch. Oh– Oh man. Ok, don't panic. He looked pleadingly to Carla.

"Do something!" He whispered, heart pounding as Micheal grunted and wiggled slightly.

"Shh, you wouldn't wanna wake him, would you?" Edward glared at her as she and Pam walked off before turning back to Micheal. The guy was well and truly asleep. How had they even ended up like this? Last thing he remembered was them sitting on the couch, drinking the hot cocoa he'd made and chatting tiredly about jellybeans. They must have fallen asleep at some point after that and ended up, well, there was no manly way to put it; They were snuggling. Man, he could practically hear Tom gagging and yelling about how soppy they were being. Get out of here, Tom. Edward patted Micheal's shoulder softly.

"Hey, hey Mike, wake up." Nothing, Micheal just curled up further. He shook him a bit harder.

"Mike. Micheal, M, Mikey, Mickey–"

"Don' wanna make th' cake 'splode, dummy..." Micheal mumbled, turning his head and giving Edward a slightly better view of his face. Edward snorted, biting back laughter at both the sleepy nonsense and the ridiculous cowlick Micheal was currently sporting. He was also drooling, which probably should have grossed Edward out, but he couldn't really care less. His arms were starting to get numb, though, so he shook Micheal a final time, harder than before.

"Mike!" Micheal jerked, looking up blearily.

"Whu–? Did th' wombat eat it all?" Edward let out a startled laugh.

"W-what? You have weird dreams, Mike." Micheal rubbed the sleep from his eyes, making no move to get up fully. Edward glared.

"Can you get up now?"

"No."

"Excu– Yes! Get up and go eat."

"Don't want to."

"I need to pee!"

"Sounds like an Edward problem."

"An Edward problem? It's gonna be both of our problems if you don't get up right now." Micheal heaved a very overdramatic sigh as he stood up, yawning into his fist and stretching. Carla and Pam entered again, both wearing sly grins as they looked between the two men. No one said anything as Micheal popped some bread into the toaster and started making coffee. Edward left to clean himself up before coming back and accepting a jellied piece of toast as everyone sat down at the kitchen table, Pam setting down a small box of donuts.

"Oh, sweet!" Hey, the best donuts were the kinds you weren't expecting. Pam smiled knowingly.

"When did you two get here?" Micheal questioned. Edward grunted around the bite of jelly donut he'd just taken.

"Yeh! 'Nd wh't're you doin' snappin' pics 'f us?"

"Were you raised in a barn?" Pam asked, nose wrinkled in disgust. Micheal hummed.

"Pretty sure he was." Wow, what was this, Gang Up On Edward Day? He glowered. Carla shrugged.

"We'd planned to stop by today and hang out. Mike had said yesterday that we could come around lunch. When we came in though we saw that you two had decided to sleep in." Pam nodded, smiling.

"You two were so adorable so Carla got a picture. Wanna see?" Edward opened his mouth to say that no, he did not want to see Pam's future blackmail material, but didn't get a chance before a camera was shoved in his face. Micheal leaned over to look, both men blushing brightly. A perfect picture of Micheal and Edward asleep, legs tangled and hair messy, looking extremely comfortable.

"Busy night, boys?" Pam choked on her coffee. Micheal and Edward spluttered.

"It wasn't like that," Micheal said.

"What was it like then, exactly?"

"Well, we–"

"I had another nightmare. It was... pretty bad. Ed helped me through it though." He gave Edward a grateful look, not that Edward felt it was necessary. What else was he supposed to do, shrug his shoulders and leave Mike trembling and yelling on the floor? Carla and Pam sobered at that, Carla especially.

"Oh. How're you feeling?"

"Fine, don't worry about it. It's fine now." Carla shot him an odd sort of look. Pam held up the camera.

"Do you want me to delete it?" She asked. Man, he really wanted to say yes. He knew he was going to regret this in the future, but–

"Uugh~... No. It's fine." He grumbled, taking another bite of his donut. Pam squealed happily.

"I'm gonna hang it on the fridge."

"Absolutely not."

"Try and stop me. By the way, what happened to your face?" Micheal shuffled, swallowing thickly.

"I tripped over my shoes and ate the floor." Micheal stared at him. Pam sighed.

"Again?" Micheal and Carla quirked their brows in Edward's direction. He rolled his eyes.

"Yes. Again. Whatever, the point is you are not going to stick that on your fridge!" Edward and Pam continued to bicker while everyone finished the late breakfast, the four deciding to lounge around and relax for a bit. Carla, who was scrolling through her phone, held it up suddenly for everyone to see.

"Did you all hear about the villain attack the other day? Apparently it was between Radiex and Antennes. It got pretty intense." Edward resisted the urge to snort. Pam nodded, shooting Edward a brief glare.

"Yeah, I did! I can't believe Antennes tried to rob a bank again." Ok, he was going to ignore that.

"Luckily NightHawk showed up in the end to take care of things. I heard Radiex escaped on his way to prison though." Edward's eyes widened.

"Wait, really?" Carla nodded.

"Yup. They're working on finding him now but so far haven't had any luck. They'll get him." Edward nodded, feeling oddly uneasy. Micheal just patted his shoulder.

"Speaking of NightHawk and Antennes... Am I the only one who thinks those two have a crush on one another?" Edward forgot how to breathe for a moment and Micheal made a choking sound.

"What?!" They asked at the same time. Where did that even come from?! Carla smirked.

"Oh, it's definitely not just you. I mean come on, those two drop googly-eyes at one another like it's their job."

"Antennes has never 'googly-eyed' anything." Edward argued. Was this really happening right now? Really?

"Oh please! Those two are all over each other! Longing looks, lingering touches, and NightHawk's even been wearing one of Antennes' capes!" Crap. He KNEW he shouldn't have given the hero that damn cape. It was still coming back to haunt him. Carla took a sip of her coffee.

"I think they're secretly dating. Maybe even married, though I'm not so sure about that. Definitely together though."

"Or just very in love and very stupid." Pam countered. Carla shrugged.

"Yeah, or that." Edward laid a hand on his forehead. Good Gods, these girls and their wild ideas.