Across From Me (A Stydia Teen Wolf AU Fanfiction)

Chapter Five

My eyelashes spread apart, now that I was awake from the ringing alarm clock. The sunlight shone in my eyes, making me roll over. I then sat up, and placed my feet on the carpet floor. My pyjama pants were too long for me, so I technically placed my pants on the carpet floor.

I ran my hands through my hair, which was a little on the greasy side, reminding me to take a shower. I entered the main room, which situated my kitchen and living room, and noticed Stiles softly sleeping on the sofa. I decided I should make us breakfast, and got out some pancake mix. He seemed like the kind of dude who loved pancakes.

I flicked the switch for the stove on, and grabbed milk, two eggs, and vegetable oil out from the fridge and the cupboards. Following the instructions I've read off the box so many times, but never have remembered, I made the mix. I found a pan and set it on the stove, and then put a tiny chunk of butter on it, letting it melt, to make sure the pancakes don't stick.

I poured a small quantity on the frying pan, and watched it sizzle.
I then started to get ready two cups of coffee.
" Hey, I love pancakes." A tired voice called, obviously Stiles.
" Knew you would," I didn't take my eyes off the coffee machine.

Stiles entered the kitchen area, and searched all my drawers, for who knows what. He pulled out an apron, that I probably haven't used in three years.

" Lets do this!" He tied the apron, looking enthusiastic.
I leaned on the kitchen counter, adoring his act. He dug back in the drawers and got hold of two floral patterned oven mitts.

" Here, you gotta wear these."
" To make coffee?"
" Lydia..." He emphasized the last syllable.
" Don't ruin this for me." He finished, trying not to laugh.
I ripped the mitts from him, and put them on.

" We gotta flip this pancake." He went full chef mode, and perfectly turned the pancake over. He commenced to add more on the pan.

" Slow down, mister." I enunciated while watching him. The coffee was then finished, so I grasped the pot, and poured the contents in two sea blue mugs.

" How do you like your coffee?" I asked.
" Oh, just add some milk." He was in the zone of cooking, he was probably just trying to do that to make me laugh, him being so serious about flipping pancakes, and it did.

I took the carton of milk and poured about a quarter of a cup in, same for me, but I also put in a pinch of sugar.
I set up the table with plates, forks, and knifes. By the time I was done, he was also finished with the pancakes. All were just the right shade of golden.

" Bon appetite." He placed the plate of pancakes in the middle of us.
" I haven't heard that in awhile." I settled my head on top of one fist.
" I know right, I thought I'd use it." He squinted, nodding.
" Hey, thanks for letting me stay here. It's very sweet of you." He said genuinely.
" It's okay, anything for a fellow neighbor." I said.

" You took me in, even though I could've been like a serial killer or something." He grabbed two pancakes with his fork.

" I guess that thought never entered my mind. Although I'm happy you aren't, I've got a new friend now." I grinned, looking into my friends eyes.
" Ditto." He said jokingly.
" You don't hear that one often either." I shook my head.
" That's why I said it." Stiles smiled, showing his teeth. We began to eat the meal that we just had prepared.