Michelle was woken by a knock at her door the next morning. She rolled over to take a peek at the clock, and groaned as she got up and made her way to the door. Opening it, she looked at the man who had awoken her with agitation. "It's 6:37. What's with the bags?" All anger she may have been experiencing was soon put to rest as she noticed the two brown bags in her boyfriend's arms.
"We need to leave at nine if we're going to get there by tonight. I figured I'd make you breakfast." he explained. "Are you going to let me in, or am I frying these eggs in the hallway?" She stepped to the side, slightly dumbfounded, and allowed him entry to her apartment. He made his way to her kitchen as he had so many times before and laid down the bags, quickly beginning to empty them.
She yawned and padded over to the coffeemaker, turning it on and waiting for the percolator to begin. "So, seeing as how I'm useless in the kitchen, do you mind if I go back to bed?" she asked between yawns. He had interrupted her beauty sleep, and she had every intention on heading right back to it.
"Why don't you take a nice, long shower while I get started in here?" he suggested. Although she wanted to argue she decided against it and instead walked wordlessly down the hall to the bathroom.
Tony chuckled to himself. How well he knew this woman was obvious, and yet there was so much he still had to learn about her. He pulled out two frying pans and turned the heat to the stove on before dropping a tablespoon of butter in each. He diced the potatoes quietly and dropped them into one pan before cracking four eggs and releasing them into the other. He pulled out her milk and whisked some in while flipping the taters. If there was one skill he had, it was in the kitchen. He was fairly good at multi-tasking, so the process came easily to him. He shoved a few pieces of bread into the toaster before trying to figure out this new microwavable bacon he found that morning.
Meanwhile, Michelle hopped herself into the shower, quickly regretting having not checked to see if the water was warm. She yelped and turned the heat up, finally letting the warm water awaken her. She rinsed her hair but decided not to put anything into it she would need to spend an hour taming it if she did. It tended to poof when she used shampoo or conditioner, so today she settled with getting it wet. It was clean anyway. She washed herself off quickly, knowing that if she didn't leave the shower soon she never would. Michelle hopped out; towel dried her hair, and left the bathroom.
She was incredibly comfortable having Tony in her apartment with her, and didn't think a thing of walking down the hall naked with him a room away. Although they had never slept together, they were never nervous around one another she trusted him. Maybe she thought sex would complicate things, but she knew that Tony wasn't ready and Tony knew she was timid about it. They left it at that. Not that she hadn't wanted to be with him she had but both of them were too happy together to try and screw it up with sex. He had said to her that it would happen when it was supposed to, and they hadn't spoken of it yet. Both were completely content lying on the couch together watching a movie.
Michelle quickly dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and ambled down to the kitchen. And there in front of her was the funniest thing she had ever seen.
Tony had found the radio.
He danced around the kitchen, spatula in hand, using it as a microphone. "At first I was afraid, I was petrified, to think that I could ever live without you by my side!" He sang along to the track while flipping the eggs and buttering the toast, switching the spatu-mic for a knife. "And now you're back from outer space. I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face." He shook his hips and made some of the cutest facial expressions Michelle had ever seen. She couldn't help but laugh out loud. Tony turned and saw her, thoroughly embarrassed. His face turned red and he quickly turned back to the toast.
"Oh no! Baby, please continue!" Michelle reached out and picked up the whisk, singing along with the lyrics. "I've got all my life to live, and I've got all my love to give," she began singing, bobbing her head up and down to the music and getting her other hand into it as if she were twirling a microphone cable. This time Tony was the one laughing as they both belted out the end of the chorus: "I will survive. Hey! Hey!" Michelle started moving her hips and dancing around the kitchen as the instrumental part came on, and Tony laughed at her and egged her on. Her hair flew in every direction and he quickly ran over to her and lifted her over his shoulder, smacking her smartly on the bottom. She shrieked and started kicking, both of them laughing so hard it hurt. He set her down on the counter and pushed her hair out of her face before kissing her softly on the lips.
"You're silly." he complimented, still trying to tame her hair.
"You started it!" she accused, a huge smile still on her face. "Now be careful of your eggs."
"I've never burned an egg yet!" he bragged, walking back over to the stove. "That was a quick shower." he noticed.
"The cold water woke me right up." she replied, picking a piece of bacon up off the paper next to her and sticking the end in her mouth. Tony gave her a curious look.
"Is that what the shriek was?" he asked coyly.
"It was an accident!" she cried, pulling half of the bacon out of her mouth. "It scared the crap out of me though. Although, I must say, not as much as the little number I just caught in here." she continued with good-natured sarcasm.
"I wasn't alone." he reminded, pulling two plates out of the cabinet and throwing the toast on them. "Besides, I'm pretty sexy. You didn't mind." he convinced her.
"Oh, no, you see, I have sexy divas in my kitchen all the time. One of them happens to be myself." she joked, hopping off the counter and waltzing to the fridge to grab the orange juice.
"Oh, yeah, well," Tony stopped in his tracks. "Did you just call me a diva?" he asked.
"You were singing, 'I Will Survive.'" Tony laughed again, scooping the eggs out of the pan.
"I guess we need to go tiara shopping!" he cried in an extremely feminine voice. Michelle laughed and took the plate that he handed to her, carrying it to the table and sitting down.
"It's only seven thirty?" she exclaimed with disbelief as she glanced at her watch.
"Yeah…you got out of the shower faster than I expected." he replied with sass.
"I didn't do it on purpose." she complained. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
"Eat your eggs."