#quacksually

"Wha- what are you doing?" He asked sleepily.

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as I removed my hand from his hair.

"Uh-" I stuttered.

"Nooo.." He whined.

"Why'd you stop?" Alex asked, flipping over to face me.

"I- I uh.."

Before I could even try to form an explanation, he grabbed my hand and pulled it back up to his head.

"Do it again?" He asked, a subtle bit of doubt on his face.

My hand was hovering over the side of his head.

I gently pushed my fingers into his fluffy bed head and combed my fingers through it.

He lightly pushed into my touch, closing his eyes again.

I got around to the back of his head and lightly scratched his scalp.

He shuddered and made a small noise. I stopped.

"No, keep going." He said, pushing his head into my hand.

I started petting him again, occasionally scratching his scalp.

"Heh." I laughed lightly.

"What?" Alex opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at me.

"You really like this don't you?" I said with a smirk.

"Sh- shut up!" He pouted.

"You were the one doing it in the first place!" He retorted.

I blushed again, trying to think of a comeback.

Suddenly, a rumbling noise broke the semi silence of the morning.

"Sounds like it's time for breakfast." Alex giggled.

I rolled over onto my back and picked up my phone, pulling it off the charger.

11:23 am

"Wow, it's early." I remarked.

Alex scooched closer and wrapped his arm around me.

"Oh wow, it is." He said while yawning.

I wrapped my arm around him and absent mindedly started petting his hair again.

"Mmm.." He hummed, burying his face into the side of my chest.

"Maybe food can wait." He said, speech muffled by my tank top.

By the time we did get up it was nearly one o'clock.

"Ugh, I gotta take a shower." I told Alex, grabbing a towel and some clothes.

"Okay, I'm gonna make breakfast!" He said confidently.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, last time you kinda-" I started.

"Pshh, that was one time." Alex said as he brushed his fluffy hair back and put on his signature "LAFD" beanie.

"Alright.." I said, slightly scared for my boyfriend's life.

I was drying off and slipping on my boxers, listening intently in case Alex burns himself.

Last time he cooked he cut himself with a knife and bled all over the food he was making. Then he passed out from the sight of his own blood. Then he hit his shoulder on the counter when he fell.

An emergency room trip and three stitches later I told him he wasn't allowed to cook.

I was putting on my shorts when I heard a scream from the kitchen.

Oh god what did he do this time?

I ran out of the bathroom, dropping the towel somewhere in the hallway.

"What hap-" I skidded to a stop in the entrance of the kitchen.

Alex was sitting on top of the counter shaking and holding a spatula defensively.

"Wait, what's going on?" I asked confused.

"What the fuck, is that?" He asked in a shaky tone.

I looked to where he was pointing and saw...

A mouse. A small, brown mouse.

"Oh, it's a mouse." I stated.

"Like, a computer mouse?" Alex asked, sounding confused.

"No, like a mouse, the animal?" I looked at him weird.

"Is it poisonous?" He asked.

"Venomous, and no." I corrected.

"It's coming closer!" He said in a higher pitched voice.

At this point, my adrenaline had stopped pumping and I was standing there, in my boxers, watching my boyfriend freak out over a mouse.

I started laughing as he screeched at such a high pitch I couldn't even understand if he said something.

"Stop laughing and do something you asshole!" He yelled, scooting farther back on the island counter top.

"Okay, okay." I chuckled.

I walked to the small cleaning closet in the hallway and grabbed the broom.

I walked over to the door leading to the backyard and opened it.

"Aksel, hurry up!" I heard Alex call, sounding more upset than scared.

I shooed the mouse out the back door and closed it.

I turned around to see Alex still on the counter, curled up into a ball with his head on his knees.

"Is it gone?" He asked, his voice muffled by his pants.

"Yeah." I replied, walking over to the counter.

He lifted his head a bit to look at me and I saw his hair was sticking to his cheeks.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"It was just a mouse." I said.

He was peering at me through his hair.

"C'mere." I said, opening my arms.

He shuffled to the edge of the counter and slid into my arms.

I wrapped my arms around his lower back and he tucked his legs up around my waist.

His head laid on my shoulder, breath tickling my neck.

I rocked back and forth slightly as he held onto me.

I kissed his cheek and leaned my head forward to touch his shoulder.

"Well, at least I didn't burn the eggs." He muttered.

I set him down on the floor and turned around to see a frying pan with scrambled eggs with baloney mixed in on the stove.

I grabbed a bowl out of the cupboard.

"It looks good, let's eat." I said handing Alex a bowl.

It's not that Alex is a bad cook, in fact he's pretty good at it, surprisingly.  It's just that he's very accident prone.

We sat down to eat in the living room and watch some tv.

And by tv I mean memes.

"Comment awards?" I asked.

"I think there's a new tumblr awards." I said, turning on the Roku.

"Man, tumblr is crazy." Alex said.

"So that's a yes?"