Disclaimer: I do not own Greek, just my OC's.
"Honey I'm home." Evan Chambers called sarcastically from the hallway of his best friend's house as he shut the front door behind him. He could smell the coffee brewing in the kitchen as he made his way through the family room.
"You don't live here." came the indignant cry from the kitchen table where his best friend sat doing a crossword puzzle. Evan rolled his eyes as he entered the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee.
"What's for breakfast?" he replied as he sat down next to him at the table.
"You don't live here. Why am I cooking for you? Stay at your apartment and cook for yourself." He huffed as Evan stole his pen and began looking over the half-finished puzzle.
"My best friend is a chef and you want me to eat cheerios? No way!" came the confused response as Evan took the paper and began filling in answers.
"I was thinking Fruit Loops but whatever." Was his friend's reply as he got up and looked in the fridge. Evan finished the puzzle and looked up with a smirk planted firmly on his face.
"So whatcha makin'?"
His friend sighed before answering, "Chocolate chip pancakes."
Evan's eyes lit up, "With whipped cream and a smiley face?"
Looking at Evan's hopeful, childlike face his best friend grinned, "Is there any other kind?" He set about making the food and Evan started on the Sudoku puzzle in the paper. They both stopped as a cry came from the baby monitor on the counter. Evan got up and looked at his friend who was about to delay breakfast.
"I'll get her, you cook!" he pointed to emphasize his point and walked out of the room once the food was being made again.
"You're a bossy husband!" came the mock-outraged cry from the kitchen.
From the stairs Evan yelled back, "Shut up Cappie!"
A lot had changed since college.