The morning after the show, Henley woke up to find that her roommate's side of the bed was empty, the sheet pulled from where Taylor had slept. The ginger went downstairs to find Taylor cooking breakfast.
Once the teen noticed the red hed with bed head, she quietly asked "Want some? I made pancakes." she smiled when the elder girl nodded, sitting at the counter. "Strawberries or blueberries?"
"Strawberries." Taylor sliced some on top of a stack of three cakes expertly, made an intricate swirl of whip, and placed it in front of Henley. It was so perfect the latter almost didn't want to eat it, but she caved to her hunger, reaching to take a bite.
"Henley, Don't eat that." the escape artist paused with the fork held to her open mouth before glaring at Atlas, who had interrupted her eating.
"Why shouldn't I? They're just pancakes." he shook his head.
"What if she's trying to poison you?"
"Danny, I slept in the same bed as her last night. If she wanted to hurt me, she would have. Besides," she popped the bite in her mouth, and speaking through the food, stared him down "They're so good!"
Daniel rolled his eyes at Henley,and sat down in a huff. Taylor, who had been watching the two of them much in the same way one would watch a tennis match (eyes darting between the pair quickly as they each debated), finally spoke up.
"Can I get you anything, Daniel?"
"Don't you dare." his eyes glinted with distrust, and the young girl's looked back in sadness, crestfallen.
Henley stepped in. "Honestly Taylor, this is great. Can you show me how to make it sometime?"
That perked the blonde right up. "Sure! I'd love to!" the girls shared a smile and the little chef went back to the stove, humming to herself. Just then, Jack walked in, disheveled. He'd obviously just gotten off the couch.
"Who cooked? None of us can cook." he saw Henley's plate. "Especially not like that!"
"I did!" Taylor waved, flipping a third pancake on a plate. "Want some?" he nodded. "Blueberries or strawberries?"
"Blueberries please."
"Coming right up." she sprinkled the fruit and added whipped cream, placing a fork on the side. "Order up!" She made a plate (blueberries) for herself and sat down half a second before merritt walked in.
"Who's brilliant idea was it to have breakfast without me?" Merritt complained.
"Well, I didn't want to wake anyone up, they all just came down before you did. Want some?" Taylor asked for the fourth time.
"Sure."
Blueberries or strawberries?" Taylor repeated.
"Blueberries!" Jack advised from the counter.
"Strawberries!" Henley suggested.
"NEITHER!" Daniel shouted from his stool. Merritt chose strawberries. Once made, the five moved outside, all carrying plates, save Henley, who was done, and Danny, who had made cereal.
"So, you can cook." Jack remarked. "That's new." She smiled shyly. "When did that start?"
"Well, my parents are both in the eye, and they were almost always on the run from the FBI or doing magic, so not making meals. I usually just ate sandwiches for lunch and ordered dinner, but I always made breakfast."
"Well, It's very good." the slight complemented, and the five all sat, bonding over their fluffy breakfast, and it was a wonderful start to a wonderful day.
AN- so, I've made an executive decision to do little one shots on the horsemen living with Taylor, because I think that was what I meant to do all along. These will build off one another but all still have their own storyline, and next ch. You'll find out why… SUSPENSE!
And now presenting, a question- Are yall fine with that idea? If you would rather I do one cohesive storyline, just say so. Right now, though, I think I will do these. If you have an id
a for a one shot, throw that out here too. I only the pairings danny/Henley and Jack/Lula, just FYI. R+R pls!
-rain