"Dan, do I even want to know how you got a pancake stuck to the ceiling?" He smiles as he turns to look at me, his eyes so different to the cold dark pair from my dream.

"I was trying to flip it but it got stuck to the pan, so I kept trying to flip it and… well I guess I flipped it a little too hard!" he looks up and starts to laugh. That laugh was enough to make me weak at the knees; the way his eyes shone and his dimples became more profound was enough to make me- I have to stop myself or I probably would have tackled him to the ground and kissed him there and then. I sit down at the breakfast bar, my knees giving in slightly. 'He was perfect'.

"Honestly, I thought you were good at making pancakes!" I laugh with him, desperately trying not to show my feelings for him. I had waited three years; I could wait a little longer.

"Well if you're so much better at it, why don't you give it a go?" Dan challenges me, his smile revealing his perfect teeth. How was it possible for anyone to be this perfect?

"Fine, I will then! But let me go put my glasses on..." I usually wore contacts, but on Sundays I liked to wear my glasses, to give my eyes a bit of a rest. I was grateful for an excuse to get out of the room and calm myself down. I knew I needed to tell Dan how I felt, but today wasn't the day. "Maybe tomorrow" I mutter to myself as I walk up the stairs-the same two words I had been muttering to myself every day for the past three years. I ambled into my bedroom, kicking Lion away carelessly from under my feet as I walk to my desk, then guiltily picked him up and kissed him as I put him back on my bed. I was so immature, and I hated myself for it, but I had a soft spot for Lion. And Dan didn't see me anyway, so it didn't matter. I quickly grab my glasses off of the table and looked in the mirror. My reflection sighed back at me, then gave me a brief smile. I took a deep breath to calm myself, then walked back into the kitchen to see Dan preparing more batter mix.

"How many pancakes do we need?" I tease him as I look at the huge pile of pancakes already stacked onto a plate.

"Hey, you can never have enough Delia in your life!" Dan jokes as he hands the spatula to me

"I'll get another one thanks; I know where that one's been!" I laugh as I point to the ceiling

"Oh yeah…oops!" Dan threw the spatula into the sink and quickly handed me another one. Our hands touch slightly as I take it, my heart skipping a beat as I feel the warmth of his and briefly touching mine. 'No, stop it, he'll see you blushing.' I take the bowl of batter mix and pour some into the pan, my hand shaking slightly as the delicious mixture hits the pan. After a minute or two, I check the bottom side of the pancake to see if it was done. Seeing a golden brown colour, I take the pan of the hob self consciously as I realise Dan is watching me, looking as though he was going to try and make me jump.

"Watch and learn my friend" I say with more confidence than I thought I could muster at that point.
I bend my arm slightly, ready to flip the pancake. As I toss it up into the air, I feel two hands grab my waist. I jump and squeal slightly, not in surprise; I knew what Dan was about to do, but because feeling his hands around my waist was possibly the best feeling in the World. We both look up as the pancake hits the ceiling. It doesn't come back down again.

"Dan!" I say, pretending to be annoyed, but secretly ecstatic. As I put the pan back on the hob, I feel something fall into my hair with a light thud. Dan starts laughing behind me. I look up and realise the pancake that I'd manage to get stuck to the ceiling had fallen off and landed in my hair. I began to laugh as I pulled bits of pancake out of my hair.

"I think I'll go grab a shower then!" I say. "But save me some pancakes!"

"I can't promise anything!" Dan says as he starts to prepare another one.