One's Love

Innocence Is Bliss

After about half an hour of just hugging, Emile finally decided to have dinner. Logan was sitting on the floor as Emile had no chairs, and the owner of the house was making pancakes. He hummed and shook his hips as he made the batter for them, separating it into three different bowls. 

"Hey, Lo? Can you get me the food colouring please? It's in that cupboard there." Emile asked, smiling when Logan got up. 

"Which colours?" He asked, to which Emile replied, 

"Pink, yellow and blue please! I'm going to make pancakes, cause, cause pan? Get it?" He giggled.  Logan nodded, faking a laugh. He knew from experience that he was supposed to laugh at jokes, whether he found them funny or not. Emile frowned. He knew Logan's laughter, and this was not it. 

"Hey, Lo? You know you don't have to laugh if you don't find it funny." He said softly, smiling. Logan blinked, staring at Emile. 

"I mean it, Ba- buddy!" He continued, gay panicking at the fact that he had almost called Logan baby. Luckily, he didn't notice and just thanked Emile for being understanding. The nerd fiddled with the jaw strings of the hoodie, looking around. 

"Emile, Dear, do hurry up with the pancakes. The boy is so hungry, look at him!" One of the voices said. Emile huffed. 

"I know, and I can't hurry up the process of making pancakes, Papa! I am not the stove!" He said angrily. Logan blinked, looking around. There was no one else in there with them. His brow furrowed as he tried to figure out who his friend was talking to, eventually deciding it was one of his references to a TV show. Surprisingly, pop culture was not one of his strong suits. 

"All I'm saying is, he is now suspicious of you." It said, huffing. Emile's eyes widened as he turned around, smiling at Logan. 

"So, the pancakes might be done soon. Maybe. Uhm-" He lied before panicking at the end. His friend raised an eyebrow while Emile continued to stutter and say the wrong words. After a couple of minutes, Logan had had enough and asked, 

"Emi? Are you mental and physically adequate?" Emile's perfectly logical answer was a scream as he sat on the floor, blushing lightly. Logan blinked, confused on Emile's actions. 

"Are you-" 

"Yes, I am mentally and physically adequate, Lolo, don't worry." Emile cut in, smiling brightly. Logan nodded slowly, not really believing him but going along with it for his sake. 

"Ya know what? I give up on these dumb pancakes!" Emile exclaimed, grabbing the pan, throwing it in the sink and turning off the stove. "We can have take-away instead. What do you wanna eat?" Logan blinked at the question and at Emile's sudden outburst. 

"Uhm.. I suppose Mac Dolons would be adequate, though I have never personally tried anything from that particular food chain." He answered. The other smiled brightly and pulled out his phone. 

"Well, let's look at the menu!" 

At around midnight, the two boys eventually decided to get some sleep. Emile had already formed a plan. 

"Hey, Lo? Do you mind sleeping in my bed?" He asked sweetly. Logan went to speak, but Emile continued. "It's just that, at most sleepovers, you're supposed to cuddle all night. I just wanted to do it the proper friends way, ya know?" The nerd paused, hesitating before saying, 

"Well.. It is just you after all. I suppose I do not mind." Logan couldn't help but smile when Emile squealed and started jumping up and down. 

"Yay! This is gonna be so much fun!" He exclaimed, clapping his hands. 

"Indeed." Logan said, squeaking when Emile pulled him into bed. 

"I can't wait until you're mine." He mumbled under his breath as he hugged Logan, who didn't hear.