The Bac, The Benj, and the Merome

Tricks: Breakfast Incident

A/N: So, I decided to leave this off as a cliffhanger in a way, so Angel will pick it up from here. I have a vague idea of where she'll take it, but this'll be fun. I'm in a fluffy mood, so there shall be a fluffy chapter! Enjoy!

Mitch's POV

My eyes slowly opened to the view of Jerome sleeping, a shoulder peeking out from the blankets. He was so cute, I thought, grinning. I blushed, and then as quick as my face turned red, it flushed as my eyes zeroed in on his bare shoulder. D-did we do something last night? Peeking underneath our blankets, I saw that we were both wearing shorts and his shoulder was bare because his shirt was askew. I sighed in relief...or was it disappointment? I shrugged the thought off as I peeled his heavy arms from my waist, blushing furiously. He was always hugging something when he slept. It was kind of adorable. I ripped the covers off him and turned on the light before putting on a shirt. "Rise and shine biggums!" I yelled and laughed as Adam screeched down, screaming that I need to 'Learn to draw the line'. Jerome grinned in his sleep, and he was too cute to wake up, so I let him be. I padded off to the kitchen to make breakfast, letting Jerome wake up. I pulled out the ingredients for a Dank Drank and bacon pancakes, (Jerome's favourites) and threw them together, still flustered from his arms wrapped around me. I shook my head as I realised that he did that all the time. I have a girlfriend, also. That didn't keep me from grinning as I flipped a pancake. Jerome soon drifted into the room as I finished pouring the Dank Drank into a glass and placed the last sausage on a plate, setting it in front of him. Laughing at him eyeing the food incredulously, I plopped down next to him. He looked at my empty place mat, and through a mouthful of bacon, he asked, "Where's your food biggums?" "Nah G, I'm not hungry." I answered. He looked at me curiously, and pushed the food over to me. "You made enough for two." he responded quietly.

A fly came in as we ate, and I watched it fly around my head as I reached for the last piece of sausage. My hand grabbed it, but it didn't feel like sausage. It felt like...skin? I looked down and saw my hand wrapped around Jerome's hand. I turned pink, but otherwise didn't move my hand. Adam wandered downstairs and into the kitchen. He grabbed some pancakes, took a picture of us, and calmly said, "Hashtag Merome." before quietly going to the living room. As he left, Jerome brought my hand up to his face as if he would kiss it, and my heart rate spiked as he snapped out of it and let go. I threw our dishes into the sink and and ran into my room to *try* and calm my racing heart.

After I finished calming myself down as much as possible, Adam and I sent Jerome out to find some random drink we made up to prepare for the party while he's out. Adam and I were going to surprise him with a small birthday party, even though it was just him and I, because Adam was leaving halfway through. I focused on food, getting out the liquor and drinks while making various other snacks. Meanwhile, Adam was piling blankets and pillows on the couch whilst pulling out the Hunger Deens trilogy and other movies. Then, there was a click at the door. I jumped up and stood in front of Jerome at the door frame. He tried to push past me, so I did the only think I could think of. Push back. We fell to the ground and I hovered over him, holding my weight up with my arms. We both flushed a dark crimson and I pulled him up. We walked off hand in hand after sending a text to Adam. I wrote to him,

"MAKE. THIS. GOOD."