Ariana's POV:
I made her breakfast in the morning. Pancakes, because that's what she loves.
Liz's POV:
I woke up to the smell of pancakes and I smiled because only Ariana would get up early to make me breakfast.
Ariana's POV:
I walked into the bedroom to find her already awake and I set the tray down in front of her and she smiled and I melted faster than the butter she was spreading on top of the pancakes I made her.
Liz's POV:
I wanted to say something, anything, but the silence fit perfectly between us, so instead I leaned over and gave her a maple syrup flavoured kiss and she smiled against my lips.
Ariana's POV:
I took her tray and brought it downstairs and she followed behind me, I could feel that she wanted to say something, ask me if last night was real so I placed the tray on the counter and turned around grabbing a fist full of the fabric from the top she had put on and pulled her close.
"It was real," I whispered and I could see the sparkle in her eyes.
Liz's POV:
"I love you," was all I managed to say before she met her lips with mine again and I realized that all these years, we were eachother's perfect thing but were to caught up in the world moving around us to notice.
My heart skipped a beat when she returned my kiss, pulling back and telling me she loved me too.
Ariana's POV:
"You'll come back to LA with me tonight?" I asked and she nodded and I knew that I didn't really have to ask, she would have come whether or not the question ever left my mouth, but I was glad I asked and I knew she was too.
Liz's POV:
She didn't have to ask, but she did and that meant she really did want me and it was the best feeling in the world.
"I should pack."
Ariana's POV:
"Pack it all," the words left my mouth before I had a chance to think about what I was saying, but I didn't care, because the words came from my heart.