Bilinda’s movements were a reflection of how they used to make things and how much practice they’ve had through the years, as it all had happened exactly in his family home. It almost felt like old times. Almost. For a moment it all felt as if they were the same pair of teens they were back then, with the exception that indeed a lot has changed. They were older and had lived a lot way more.
There was a time in her life where she felt like she’d lose Cade forever, back when she was completely lovesick and blind, and their friendship was almost over due to the most painful relationship she had. Yet Cade was there when it was over, and having him around was exactly what kept her sane.
She moved around the kitchen, working as the wonderful team they were even if it meant they were just making pancakes. For her, those were the best pancakes ever and she’d rather do this than anything else with anyone else. Cade was her number one, and that was not a secret to tell. “Oh, dear…” she giggled right after taking the shot, making a funny face as she flipped the pancakes. “Why haven’t we done this in a while?” she then asked, looking at him for a moment before she returned to look at what she was doing. “Good thing it’s always just the two of us… Between the lack of sleep and those shots, we might as well end up sleeping on the kitchen floor.” she joked, smiling at him as she put a couple more pancakes onto the plate.
A wide smile was spread, from cheek to cheek, making Cade’s face look almost menacing. It was hard to look at someone who was, very obviously, sleep deprived, but also extremely and honestly happy. He looked like a crazy person! And he probably was. He downed another shot and continued cooking, his body beginning to sway with nonexistent music.
Humming to himself and getting into the zone, he popped out a few more pancakes and poured more shots for the duo. Looking at her was like looking into a dream. Everything began to feel dreamlike and soft. The lack of sleep and added alcohol was taking effect tenfold. After pouring one more shot for the both of them, himself about four shots down, he pulled out his phone and quickly paired it to the bluetooth speaker in the kitchen. “We need music.” He stated, gesturing at the speaker as if it were a magic trick.
And like that, music magically sprung on and filled the room with it’s nostalgic sound and beautiful guitar cords. Best Friend by Rex Orange County. the connection to his current feelings were completely oblivious to the male, but the song seemed to sing to his soul, causing an outward form of expression; singing! Cade sang along, his voice sounding as if it were an instrument of its own and lying under the calming voice of Alexander O’Connor.
Moments pass and pancakes are made, finally Cade reaches for a couple of fruits that his mother left for them, yesterday. He placed the pancakes on a plate, then placing the fruits. “I’m so hungry.” he laughed, looking at her. “Then, I want to sleep.”
