for him | skephalo, fluff

epilogue

~Zak's POV~

It's almost mid afternoon when I finally awake.

Awake, I sit on my empty bed. He's already up, preparing breakfast for the two of us. It was regular routine. Wake up, meet Darryl in the kitchen, eat, spend most of our day together, and end our day curled up, cuddling on the couch, sound asleep to the end credits of an old movie.

It's been almost 6 years since prom. The two of us were approaching the age of 23 in the next few months. We've moved in together at 20. Both of us have part time jobs that we work on to be able to live in a more fitting home. For now, we stay in the usual scene of an apartment that we could barely afford. Darryl's parents spoil us, sending money monthly. Ever since prom, Darryl had vowed to take care of the roses we won. That proved to be difficult; both batches have withered. Though they're already dead and the petals are slowly falling off, he decided that he still wanted to keep them. He stores every fallen petal in a plastic bag which he stores safely in one of
our shared drawers.

I meet him and watch as he grabs a carton of orange juice from the fridge. He doesn't notice me, I take this as a chance. The tip tilts, pouring orange fluid in two glasses. His measuring seems off, one seems to be filled to the rim, the other filled half way. He sips  from the heavier glass, balancing the amount of the two glasses. I hold in a laugh. On my tiptoe, I walk up to him. His back is the best view I get of him.

Carefully, I move my hand to my laugh. To me, it was funny how he still hadn't noticed me. Swiftly, I move my hands to hold his hips. I earn an off guard yelp from the other, causing a laugh to erupt. I lay my head on his shoulder, taking in the scent that came from the taller. He smelled tasty. Like freshly cooked bacon. "Good morning, cutie," I laugh, motioning my hands to wrap around his waist.

"Morning. Don't do that! You scared the muffins out of me!"

I can't help but let out another laugh as I crane my neck forward, placing a apologetic kiss on his jaw. "

"You're so jumpy. Where's the food?"

Grunting, he points to our dining table for two. Two plates sat. Both stacked with waffles, one stack was whipped cream and sprinkles and the other one is spilled with syrup and buttered generously. There's the bacon that Darryl had shared a scent of. I untangle my arms around him and pull up a seat, the seat that gifted me the waffles that overflowed with
syrup.

He pulls out his phone as he takes a seat across from me. Forks and knifes clank against each other as we eat in a visible silence. A small ping of a ding rings out from his phone. Darryl's back straightens in interest as he reads from his screen. "Oh! Later do you think we're free enough to go out for dinner with Clay and George?"

He waits patiently as I continue to chew on my waffles. "Sure."

A smile stretches across his face as his fingers tap back at the screen. "Great!"

He hits one final button before putting his phone away and leaning his chest forward. A knife and fork clank together. My head raises to watch the other boy navigate his fork to his mouth. A noise of satisfaction seeps from his mouth when he chews.

Ever since Clay and George attended prom as dates, they decided they had a fun enough time to give it another go. 'Til this day we still don't know what they did during prom, but it was enough for them to start dating 5 months after.

Clay and George weren't the only two to start dating. Sam and Valerie seemed to hit it off as well. A couple months after prom, Valerie asked Sam out and she decided to try it out. Sam enjoyed it so they went for a second. It took some for Sam to realize her feelings, but it did happen eventually. Now they've been dating for 3 years now.