Good Morning (Jacey & Sophia)
Reluctantly being honest with herself, Sophia wasn’t great at cooking most things... However, being a girl from the South, as much as she tried to forget, knowing how to make breakfast foods was deeply ingrained in her very genetics. It wasn’t something she even had to truly remember to be able to do. She slipped on a pair of flannel pajama pants, a tank top, and a long sleeved shirt. -It was effing cold outside, and she really doubted he’d want to touch a popsicle. And that begged the problem, how exactly was she supposed to keep the food hot... Shrugging a little to herself, she trudged down the stairs figuring she’d find a solution in the cabinets after she finished making the food.
Half an hour later, she had a dishwasher full of pans and a container of biscuits and cream gravy with scrambled eggs on the side and two pieces of bacon. -Plus another of blueberry muffins. Looking at it all hit her with a pang of something she refused to name. These were the staples of her home, a breakfast her brother would probably be eating now himself in the wee hours of the morning a time zone and almost three thousand miles away. -But it didn’t matter, because behind the normalcy of eating a balanced breakfast, he’d be planning a day of felonies, and she wouldn’t dwell on it. She’d been doing so well, not breaking down from the tiniest thoughts of her family and how fake they all were, how terrible it all was, and she didn’t plan to ruin today with breaking down. It was too early to freak out. Quickly she put the containers in a bigger container, careful not to shuffle them, grabbed some silverware, and set it all gently inside a thermal bag she’d gotten at the grocery store a few days beforehand. “That should stay hot.” She clapped and rubbed her hands together, just slightly proud of herself. Outside the air hit her face briskly, chilling her lips and cheeks and painting them pink. She walked quickly, holding the bag securely in her arms so it all wasn’t ruined.
Finally, when she arrived at his doorstep, she released a held breath and walked inside. His house seemed more cozy than hers, but less used, which was rather likely considering he didn’t have any roommates. She sat the bag on the closest table, pulling out the two containers of food and the eating utensils before heading upstairs and pushing open the first door on the right. She leaned against the molding for a moment, just looking him over all snug in his bed, before shoving off the door and sitting the food next to the bed and crawling beneath the covers, “Good morning.” She kissed his cheek in greeting and waited for him to wake enough to respond.
