Hey my awesome readers and reviewers! So this is just a one shot. It is rated T for a reason. I love WAFFLES so my friend told me I should write one about them. Happy readings! =)
WARNING: THIS FANFICTION HAS FUNNY MOMENTS AND EXTREMLY WEIRD CONTENTS.
P.O.V Clare
"Eli I groan as I wake up from a night of odd dreams. My hand feels around the bed with no success in finding the warm body that was with me last night.
"Eli" I repeat louder as I get up and head downstairs.
"I'm in here blue eyes." He answered from the kitchen" Just thought I'd make some breakfast for my girl."
"Oh, you're so sweet. Watcha makin'?"
"Waffles and bacon." He responded
"Okay ? Um… where did you get the waffle maker? I know I don't own one."
"I packed it in my overnight bag." Way to be blunt I think jokingly.
"Here I'll make the bacon." Luckily it was microwave bacon so it didn't take long to make. We each got 3 pieces. When I finished cooking the bacon a minute later the last waffle was done and plated.
Eli covered them in tons of syrup, basically drowning them. When he was passing the bottle to me it was still face down. The syrup drizzled down my hand slowly and onto the floor.
"Oops" Eli said looking at the mess he created
"Here we can just take this-"He laughed taking one of my waffles "and wipe that off your arm."
The waffle smeared the sticky liquid on to the rest of my hand.
"There, all better." Eli Replied in a sarcastic tone. Once he put the ruined waffle on the plate I wiped my syrup drenched hand across his face.
"You're gonna get it now!" He yelled grabbing the bottle of syrup and chasing after me with it around the kitchen island. Eventually we stopped on opposite sides of the island.
"Truce" I called.
"Truce" He repeated while reaching over to shake my hand. But when I grabbed hold of his, he made sure I couldn't take mine back and poured syrup down the front of my shirt. He let go of my hand after he was done.
I gasped, wide –eyed at my now soaked shirt, but stayed calm as I looked back at him. He was surprised by my expression.
Instead of acting mad I had a nice idea of revenge in mind. Walking coolly over to the other side of the island I took a bite of one of my waffles so he wouldn't suspect anything. He then cautiously walked over to his plate too.
Right before he could pick up a waffle I dropped mine and hugged my wet, sticky shirt to his clean one. As soon as he realized what I was doing he placed a defeated look on his face.
"You're a little sneaky minx. You're good"
"I know I am." I answered joyously with the biggest smile I could possibly manage.
So hope you guys liked it. REVIEW, REVIEW and one more thing REVIEW =)