˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Dream Boy ✧･ﾟ: * Steven Grant X OC

⑥. 𝙋𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙘 𝙍𝙤𝙤𝙢

A metal pan awoke you from your slumber.

Steven had dropped it in the attempt of making you breakfast. Your eyes shot open, but the rest of your body didn't move.

You were aching as you tried to nudge your legs to the edge of the bed. Your head just turned in the direction of the kitchen.

Seeing the sunshine through the windows made you sigh. 'It's Monday right?'

The next thing you knew was Steven next to you, holding a tray full of food. He made the iconic set of customs. Bacon, Eggs, and some toast. Oh! and who could forget the coffee.

The tray was set down on the nightstand next to you. Steven looked at you with a sheepish smile.

"Rise and shine sweetheart"

A weak but heartwarming smile was plastered onto your face.

"Mornin dear"

You lay your weak hand onto Steven's back, caressing it softly.

He noticed your weak state, it made him frown. He had the idea of apologizing for last night, but he didn't quite remember half of it.

He just sighed as he looked at you full of love.

His hand began to trail down your thigh. You were laying on your side to look at the curly-haired boy. He began to speak again.

"Um...today is Monday? Right?"

You sleepily nodded. But then your brain was starting to overthink it 'Monday- Monday? What is so special about today?!'

You suddenly rose from the bed and looked into Steven's eyes. It startled him.

"Steven! We have work!"

. . . . . . . . 𓆩❤︎𓆪 . . . . . . . .

Your morning turned into a rushed disaster.

You had almost fallen twice as you left the apartment, Steven stayed in the house for a bit longer. You had no idea why and no intention of finding out.

The bus was there as soon as you reached the stop, luckily.

What you didn't think about was checking the time. You completely ignored the fact about time existing.

Yet, you still made it to work. Sadly, Donna had already assumed that you and Steven would be late. So, she assigned you both to work in inventory.

You sighed as you looked towards the entrance of the museum. Still no sign of Steven.

You just shrugged it off, 'he wouldn't completely ghost me, would he?'.

His last words to you before you left were reassuring.

"Luv you, Laters, Gators"

Your stupid smile was back, it made you embarrassed but also very happy.

Just then, the thought of working inventory made you roll your eyes.