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Simon thinks that Jack is just like a pancake: soft and fluffy, a little bit hot at first but will cool down later, and absolutely irresistible in the mornings.

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When Simon first wakes up every morning, the first thing he ever thinks about is his breakfast. His usual breakfast consists of sunny side up, orange juice, and at least two pancakes. He makes his entire breakfast himself for the sole fact that he is an early riser, and the rest of his family still seems to be snoozing away, probably not waking up until three hours after the moment Simon opens his eyes. He never exactly minds, though; in fact, he actually prefers the gift of solitude he has in the mornings. He is, after all, someone who likes his own accompany as well as being a morning person.

From the moment Simon wakes up, he rubs his green eyes of any more sleep, and yawns. Then, he perks up all of a sudden with a large spurt of energy—he never really understood why—and slips his smallish feet into his favorite pair of fluffy red slippers. They hug his feet warmly as a way to say, "Good morning, Simon!" They are the only ones who ever tell him such.

He steadily walks into his bathroom, which is connected to his bedroom for his ease. He looks at himself in the mirror for a brief moment before brushing his teeth ("Remember to always consider hygiene, especially in the mornings, Simon," his mother, most conveniently a dentist, tells him habitually). After brushing every nook and cranny of his mouth, he walks downstairs and heads straight for the kitchen. Naturally, he begins cooking for himself, cracking eggs this way and that, flipping pancakes around. It doesn't take him long before he is at the table with his non-too-shabby plate of breakfast goodness in front of him.

Like always, he starts picking at his food. Not because he is bored or not hungry (oh no, of course he's hungry; despite his slim figure, Simon will admit that he enjoys eating) but because he likes to think of his food as his friends. A little weird maybe, but he enjoys linking objects to his friends and finding such to be eerily accurate.

He pokes at the eggs first. The eggs are always Ralph. Both have a bright, yellow, jiggly head and are completely and utterly white. You can do almost anything with an egg (poach it, fry it, scramble it, and the list goes on) and can immediately tell whether or not you like it. If you don't like it, you try another method of preparing the egg and stray away from the methods you despise. It is exactly like Ralph. The blonde seems to have all these sporadic ideas on what to do over the weekends. Sometimes Simon will like them, sometimes he won't. When he doesn't, he pretends he's either sick or busy that day.

The most obvious parallel of an egg to Ralph is that they're both so sunny and optimistic and always seem to make Simon smile. That is why he eats them first, munching them down until there isn't even a scrap left.

Afterwards, he downs the eggs with a good dosage of orange juice, which, Simon thinks, is like Piggy. Orange juice has a sweet-sour taste that makes Simon make a weird face. Piggy is sour most of the time, especially to the likes of Roger for some reason, as he always seems to speak to the black-haired, black-clad teenager with bitter sarcasm. However, Piggy has a sweet side to him, too. Piggy is always willing to help his peers regardless of the way they treat him, and once, Simon remembers the fat boy buying Simon lunch (because, unfortunately, Simon didn't have any money in his lunch account on that dreadful day). Simon had been eternally (well, more or less) grateful for Piggy's kindness. Though, every time Piggy talk about his conch shell collection, Simon can't help but make a weird face at him.

...That is pretty much it. Nothing else about orange juice and Piggy seem to correlate. Except, maybe, the fact that oranges are round and bulbous like Piggy, but Simon digresses.

After sipping down half of his orange juice (the glass is half-full now, Simon thinks to himself bemusedly), he stares at his pancakes. He always eats the pancakes last because those are his favorites. They remind him exactly of Jack.

Like a pancake, Jack is soft and fluffy. This can be taken in a personality-sense and a physical-sense. Even though the redhead doesn't act like it, Jack is a true softie—to Simon, anyway. Jack is never far from being a proper gentleman in Simon's presence, opening the door for him and helping him cross the street. Jack, although does get angry at Simon sometimes, always immediately apologizes to the small black-haired boy. Jack is the owner of the sweetest puppy ever, an adorable Jack Russell Terrier named Princess Peaches, and you can tell that Jack adores her very much from the moment you see how he treats her like true royalty. It just warms Simon's heart to see how loving and caring a tough-looking guy like Jack can be. Jack, in his own right, is soft and cuddly too, just like a teddy bear. (Simon especially thinks Jack's lips are the very epitome of softness.) Simon feels as if he can cuddle with the ginger every second of his life. He wishes he does.

Like a pancake, Jack is hot. At first, anyway. And Simon isn't talking about physical appearances either (though, to be honest, Simon does think Jack is quite the handsome devil, especially when he wears sleeveless shirts). Jack has a sort of temper that's even shorter than Simon is, and he can blow up faster than the Stromboli Volcano. However, it only takes the right amount of calmness and forbearance for Jack to cool off. Afterwards, Simon knows it's all worth the wait when Jack gives him that adorably ruddy and flustered face of his. The redhead gets embarrassed quite easily, which always seems to amuse Simon.

And finally, just like a perfectly golden pancake, Jack is—

Knock! Knock!

Simon raises a curious eyebrow and looks at the door, baffled. He doesn't think anyone else would be up at six in the morning, but the residents of his small English abode never cease to surprise him.

Slipping on his favorite fuzzy red slippers again, Simon walks up to the door and opens it. In front of him with the most mischievous expression is Ralph Lowell, or the "egg guy". Simon stifles a giggle and amusedly watches a dreadful figure behind the cheeky blonde, who looks just about ready to faint. In fact, the redhead does, indeed, faint, right into the ground. Oh dear, Jack...

Quickly, the black-haired boy gesticulates for the two to enter. Ralph has to drag the dead-looking ginger inside. Fortunately, Ralph is a tiny bit bigger than Jack, and Jack doesn't weigh all that much to begin with anyway.

"What are you guys doing here?" Simon asks, taking his seat at the dining table. The two take a seat as well (Ralph chuckles to himself when barely-awake zombie Jack still sits as close as possible to Simon, then falls immediately back to complete zombie mode afterwards) and Simon lets out a sigh. "If I had known you two were going to show up, I would've prepared breakfast for all of us."

"That's fine," Ralph quickly interjects, staring at the drooling redhead. "I'm really sorry for bothering you this early in the morning"—Simon smiles patiently, nodding his head as if to say it was no problem at all—"but I need Jack for our science project. Piggy just told me it was due today, and we still haven't finished. It's all Jack's fault, telling me it was due next Monday and all. And plus, he was so busy with other stuff instead of helping me with the stupid fire, and that caused everything to be ruined. We needed the fire to get our project going in the first place. But no. Jack just had to be a stubborn jerk." The blonde crosses his arms over his chest in contempt. Simon giggles.

"I could help you guys if you'd like," Simon offers cordially. "There's not much else for me to do this early in the morning."

Ralph's bright tawny eyes brighten. "That'd be wicked. But we still need Mr. Zombie Snores-a-lot here to be, y'know, alive. I was thinking you could wake him up." He grins mischievously, wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. "I mean, considering he's a lot livelier when you're around."

Simon raises a small brow interestedly. "Mhmm, I suppose so. But what should I do?"

"Surprise him!" Ralph grins cheekily.

Simon nods, trying to think of the perfect way to surprise Jack. He stares at the snoring redhead whose mouth completely open (Simon suddenly remembers his mother telling him once, "Don't open your mouth too often, honey. It might attract nasty old flies.") with a short stream of drool dribbling out. Simon can't help but be entranced by the adorable display of a very vulnerable Jack.

Vulnerable, huh.

With a devious plan hatching inside his innocent little mind, Simon creeps up to the sleeping redhead and starts heaving out slow, deep breaths into the shell of Jack's ear. A few moans escape Jack's mouth as he squirms slightly in his seat. Inspired by the satisfying reaction, he begins mumbling words he's heard the older kids use. Though he isn't aware of their true meanings, Simon thinks Jack might've, because the redhead started to moan even more often, squirming uncomfortably in his chair like an energetic little bear cub. Gosh, he's cute, Simon muses in amazement, wide-eyed.

Simon starts to feel a bit of adrenaline rushing inside of him. He doesn't know how it happened, but he feels a bit more courageous than usual, and a bit more risky as well. Maybe it was due to the fact that Jack is—as his evil, evil brain kept taunting him with—vulnerable and oh so-adorable in the hands of Morpheus. Regardless, Simon feels as if his body is acting on its own accord as his hands grab onto Jack's cheeks, pulling the placid freckled face towards himself. He scrutinizes his friend for a brief moment before tentatively brushing his lips against Jack's, once, twice, three times. The adrenaline-induced valor starts to shoot tenfold within Simon, and he kisses the redhead again, full on the lips.

The heated impact makes Jack jolt awake, his once-groggy eyes widening with surprise. At first, he melts into the kiss, thinking of it as a simple dream. But, when he sees Ralph out of the corner of his eye, he quickly realizes that no way in hell was this a dream (Ralph is explicitly banned from any dream of Jack's ever since that traumatizing one about, err, handcuffs). So, he begins panic moment. He doesn't want to push the small boy off because he doesn't want to hurt his feelings. And, honestly, Jack rather likes the warm taste of Simon's li—no, no, Simon's five years his senior… he can't, he won't! No no no! Stop thinking such things, Jack! Come on, Jack, pull yourself together! Jack, Jack, Ja—

"Jack?"

Jack snaps out of his anxious reverie and looks at Simon, who is staring at him with a pragmatic expression. Jack blushed, embarrassed. Oh, Simon isn't kissing him anymore.

He starts to feel a little bit more embarrassed when he hears his frenemy's annoying voice cut through the air: "Wow, that was rich, Simon!"

"Thank you. My mum once told me that the best surprise she's ever given Dad is kissing him… when he was vulnerable."

"Vulnerable?" Jack echoes profusely, subconsciously touching his lips. He can still taste a trace of Simon on them, which strangely has a nostalgic flavor of breakfast.

"Yeah, vulnerable," Ralph says. "Geez, and I thought you were the pants in this relationship."

Jack wants to object to that statement two times ("I am the pants in this relationship!" and "What relationship?"), but instead he tries to look at Simon for support. Instead of gaining such, when he locks his eyes with the smallish boy's green ones, Simon answers Jack's entreaties with a humble smile and… a wink. Jack just wants to explode. And Simon, ever the innocent one, childishly giggles out loud and leaves Ralph to his teasing and Jack to his exploding, poking at his untouched pancakes, which had cooled off by now. He looks at Jack and thinks he's the exact opposite, though.

Still, Jack is, Simon thinks, just like a pancake. And, like pancakes, Jack is absolutely irresistible in the mornings.


I haven't eaten a pancake in such a long time. My day-to-day breakfast is white rice and leftovers. Sometimes we order Chinese. On rare occasions, we go out to Subway. XD