Just Once: The First Morning
#17 of Just Once
The first morning in the new mansion, and the last episode before the do-or-die moment
LAST TIME ON JUST ONCE: House hunting
Now, we're going to jump ahead to the next day, Albus and Jem's first day living in the mansion together. Albus and Jem woke up in the same bed at about the same time. "How about I make you breakfast in bed?" Albus inquired to Jem, with her response being "That's so sweet." "I just feel like you more than deserve it. Just relax, and I'll get going on it." Albus made his way down to the kitchen, and saw that there were marble furnishings and cutting-edge appliances usually only found in the kitchens of actual restaurants all over the place. It was one huge-ass kitchen, and Albus knew just how to use it from the get-go. WRITER'S NOTE: This is me right here. Albus Kane is basically me, but with an even more fucked-up upbringing. Ladies and dudes alike, I am more than capable of and willing to make you breakfast in bed every morning (If I wake up on time), and am single and ready to mingle (Cringed at self just now) until further notice. BACK TO THE STORY.
Albus opened a drawer labeled "Cookbooks". He saw a cookbook titled "The Ultimate Guide to Breakfast, Gender-Bending and Romance for the Socially Awkward" (Willem Sugarwoof and Taurin Swiftpaw, 2046). On the cover was a note that said "Make your sweetheart something really sweet. It makes even more sense than the phrasing implies. -Willem and Taurin" So there ARE hidden notes around here...Unless there's just this one Albus thought. Then, he had a brilliant idea: Chocolate pancakes drenched in syrup AND honey, topped off with whipped cream, with a side of a bacon-egg-Cheddar sandwich with toast instead of regular bread, and another side of French toast also covered in syrup and honey Albus thought, then visualizing Jem eating the food while moaning in pleasure from the deliciousness of it all, as some of it got on her face and her tits, and then Albus realized that he had a fetish for attractive people eating delicious food and getting it all over them. WRITER'S NOTE: This is one fetish that I found out about and forgot about a long time ago, but this kind of brought it back to me. BACK TO THE STORY.
He mixed in cocoa with the pancake mix, and as the pancakes were cooking, he daydreamed again, but this time it was about marrying Jem. "Promise me you'll never leave me, Albus." "I promise, Jem. I promise." Then they said their vows, kissed, and Albus woke up to a symphony of sizzling pancakes, his own heavy breathing and joyful sobbing, and a very derpy-looking brown talking (but not upright) Kitten meowing. That was right when the pancakes were done. "Hey, you cute little Kitten. Aww, you're just so fluffy, I just wanna pet you and snuggle you and" "I live here. My mommy and daddy don't, though, and neither do my siblings, but the food and the water and the litterbox are still here. Are you my new dad?" "Uhhhhh I guess...YEAH!" "My name's Mr Snugglekins." "Aww that's an adorable name. Also, MWAH HAHAHAH it's just so silly" Albus replied, making the :> face that they made so often. "I'm going up to meet my new mommy, then, okay?" "Alright, I guess, Mr Snugglekins." Then he left.
Albus then moved onto the French toast. As he was making the French toast, a knife from a knife drawer just above his head fell. He caught the blade in between the index and middle fingers of both his hands, stopping it just short of impaling him in the head. With this face O_O on him, instead of putting it back, he put if off to the side. Did gravity try to murder me just now? The fuck did I too to piss off gravity? Albus facetiously asked to take the edge off, cackling like a hyena on weed afterwards. Then the French toast was done, and he moved onto cooking the bacon and the egg-making sure to put in the cheese so that it melts in with the egg, and to stir the melted cheese and the egg together-on the stove and toasting two slices of artisan bread. Wow. The food in here's actually fresh. Who the hell knew? Albus thought, as just as he was putting together the breakfast toast sandwich, he reflected on that one time over five minutes ago when he almost died slasher flick-style because of random chance. Then, he started to make his way back to the bedroom, the incident still fresh in his mind, along with awareness of his own mortality.
NEXT TIME ON JUST ONCE: The moment I'm guessing we've all been waiting for. DO OR DIE and by die I mean feel really depressed. #NickAndJudy4Evar