forum Fallen Angels and Broken Wishes (One on One)

Started November 17, 2018 by @Every_Fandom_Ever_

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She looked down to the floor. "If you say so."

Micheal looked determinedly at the stove. By the tone of her voice, he had reprimanded her. He bit back an apology.

She walked up to him again and watched him cook. "What are you doing now?" She felt like a child asking so many questions.

Micheal grabbed out a spatula from his dishwasher as she approached him again. He jumped slightly and looked back at her.
“O-oh, I’m getting ready to flip it.

She nodded. "Oh. Okay." He seemed tense, but she still couldn't tell why.

Micheal looked back down at the pancake and slipped the spatula under it, flipping it expertly onto the hot surface.

"Whoa. That was cool." She hadn't seen anyone do that before.

(Merry Christmas (Eve or holidays) by the way and Happy New Year!)

(Thanks! You have a Merry Holiday yourself.)

Micheal blushed. “Thank you. It’s not that hard.”

(Thanks!)

"Well, I mean, it looks hard to do." Although he made it look so easy, it also looked like something you had to train yourself to do.

Micheal shrugged. “I guess. It’s easy once you get the hang of it.”

(Sorry, I've been really busy)

"Alrighty." The smell of the pancakes seemed to float around them, something she was suddenly in love with. How have a never had them before?

(That’s okay.)

Micheal flipped the cake again and poked it. “Mmm. I think it’s done.”

"Smells like it." Red smiled. She couldn't wait.

Micheal plopped it onto a plate and blinked shyly at her. “Do you want a second?

"No, this is good. Thanks." He's kind of adorable.

Micheal looked at his feet. “Okay. There’s syrup in there and we have some butter here.” He pointed.

"Oh. Okay." She wasn't exactly sure what they were, but she figured she would find them. She opened the cabinet where he had pointed. "This?" She took out a bottle that seemed like it could fit the name.

“Eh, no, that’s vinegar.” He gave a soft, barely audible laugh. He walked over and pulled out a bottle of syrup. “Here you are.”

"Oh." It was an odd shaped bottle to her. "That's… Weird."

Micheal looked down at it. “Well, it’s good.”

She smiled a little. "If you say so."

Micheal handed it to her, blinking cutely. “Here you are.”

"Oh, thanks." She took it, her heart fluttering a little when her hand brushed over his. What are you doing?

Micheal blushed a little and dipped his head. “You’re welcome. Thank you.”

"What?" She noticed him look down a little. "Did I do something?" She bit her lip a little, feeling like she messed up. Maybe I asked to many questions…