i'll be there | cyan [c]

♕ | sweet

It was rather comforting to wake up beside someone else rather than all alone. I guess Ryan had gotten cold, because when I woke up, he was snuggled up to me, having tried to wriggle into the baggy t-shirt I was wearing with me. I could feel his breath on my stomach, but I didn't mind.

I didn't move, because he was still asleep, and he looked pretty comfortable, so I wasn't going to bother him.

The bedroom smelled like clean laundry and pine, likely due to the candles I'd lit last night having burnt out. I've always loved candles that smelled fresh; it's the same situation with soap, shampoo, and other shit like that. I just love things that smell nice, I guess. Who doesn't? It's comforting. At least, I think it is.

I'm not sure how long I spent laying still, but Ryan nuzzled my stomach, wriggling out from under my t-shirt and peeking up at me with perked ears, blinking slowly and smiling a dozy little smile that probably almost induced a heart attack. He was cute. Too cute.

"Good morning," He chirped in a sweet tone. Fuck, I want to die. "Morning, Ry," I murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. He smiled at me again, flicking his tail back and fourth. "What do you usually do right now? Do you have to work today?" He asked.

"I usually shower. And I don't have to be at the library until noon," I informed him, raising my arms above my head and stretching with a yawn. Ryan nodded a bit, pouting after a moment. "I ran out of marshmallows.." He whined softly.

As I stood up, I ruffled his hair. "We'll swing by the store on the way to work and get you some more. Sound like a plan?" I asked. He nodded his head, grinning brightly. "Okay."

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Ryan was sitting at the table, and I could almost feel his eyes on me while I worked on making pancakes. I figured he'd like pancakes since he's been leaning toward breakfast-type foods anyway since we went shopping the other day.

"What do you want in them?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder at him. He looked up at me, saying, "What about.. huckleberries?" He suggested.

"I've got blueberries, how about that?" I asked. Huckleberries are just a more tart and sour version of blueberries; Ryan likes them better, though, in spite of his sweet tooth. He nodded, though, telling me that he liked blueberries too.

So, I mixed some blueberries into the pancake batter and poured some in the pan. I suck at making pancakes decently sized; they're either too big, or too small. It's not a huge problem, though.

I reached over and turned the radio above the microwave on, twisting the volume knob up a bit and humming along to the song. It's been getting on my nerves how few songs of the right genre that 'rock' radio stations nowadays play. If I'm lucky, I'll catch a Three Days Grace song, or maybe a Metallica one once and awhile. But for the most part, it's pop shit.

I'm not bashing pop music, it's just a little irritating to turn a rock station on and be greeted with whatever the fuck teenagers are listening to these days.

Ryan seemed to like the song that was playing, nodding his head a little and perking his ears up cheerfully. He looked so damn cute, I almost forgot to flip the pancake that was sizzling in the frying pan.

Seeming impressed, Ryan gushed over the action, watching me. "How'd you do that?" He questioned, eyes wide and curious as he got up from his chair and shuffled over to watch.

"You just kinda-" I trailed off, showing him how I'd done it the first time. I got lucky in not fucking it up; I'm not an expert pancake flipper, and Ricky can vouch for that.

Whenever he's stayed over in the past, I've tried to make pancakes and, more often than not, failed miserably when it came to flipping them. He still laughs about it, too, because there was one time I went to flip a pancake and, somehow, it ended up in the sink. I'm obviously not the next Gordon Ramsay..

He's better at pancakes than I am. Well, he's better at anything involving any sort of flipping of things than I am. Oh well. I mean, so what if a pancake looks like a mushy ball of blueberry tinted gook? It's still edible. It doesn't have to look pretty, it just has to taste decent.

Still, it was cute to see that damned happy look Ryan got on his face.

A/N: you fuckers better be soaking up all the fluff while you can; it's only gonna last so long, because i'm an evil son of a bitch and i like to make you all suffer :-) < 3 any predictions or suggestions on what you'd like to see?~