I didn't know how long I was awake for but I found myself staring at my bedroom ceiling. I couldn't move at first but eventually sat up and made my way downstairs to which I was greeted by the usual smell of breakfast foods. "Mornin'" I yawned out and looked at the flowered centerpiece, huh, that wasn't there before. Maybe mom brought it. I took my seat.
"Good morning to you too, Gold" I heard from the kitchen.
I froze. That wasn't mom's voice… it sounded like a male's voice, a familiar male… I looked around the room and saw my usual living room except a few things missing and a few new things. Before I could get up and investigate I heard the kitchen noises stop and a figure came out and stood in the doorway.
"I thought I'd give in and make chocolate chip pancakes for you, though I don't think chocolate is a good thing in the morning." they held two plates in their hands
...Silver…?
I stared at him with my mouth slightly open and a million questions running through my head. His long hair was tied back in a ponytail with a few locks of hair hanging loose at the front, he was also wearing a pink apron wrapped around his waist with a little heart on the pocket.
...why is he cute?
He frowned, "What's wrong? Something on my face?" he set one of the plates down on the tables and touched his face. Feeling nothing he looked back at me with a smile.
Arghh...why is he so cute?!
I felt as if my heart skipped a beat. I couldn't say anything. He walked around to my side of the table and set the other plate in front of me. I was still staring and he noticed.
"Hm? Are you okay, Gold? Or do you need something?" he put his right hand at the top slate of my chair and his other on the table leaning closely towards me. I only felt my heart goes faster each moment he got closer until we were touching foreheads.
I put my hand on his chest and pushed him slightly back. I didn't know what else to do but he seemed crushed. My heart was beating so hard I could hear it in my ears and his words were inaudible. I felt as if I couldn't breathe. Silver was fading away and I tried to grab on the fabric on his chest only to fall forward off the chair and into my face.
Wait...no...come back…
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"Ethan…?"
