Accept My (Burnt) Apology
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Jonathan groaned when he woke up. His head pounded, and his skull felt like it was going to crack at any second.
He was about to sit up when he realized there was a weight in his arms. He opened his eyes, and to his surprise, he saw that he was holding a toaster. He sat up and stared at it. Where the fuck did he get a toaster from? He tried to think of what had happened the night before.
Soon his memories came back, and he remembered. He was at a party - Craig's party, to be exact - and had stolen his toaster. Why? He had no fucking clue. He felt bad about it, though. How could he make up for it?
He thought again. He snapped his fingers and let out a "Ha!" when he figured it out. What better way to make up for stealing your friends toaster than by making them breakfast? He got up, got dressed, and headed to Craig's house.
When he got there, he saw that the place was still a mess. Craig hadn't gotten up yet, he could tell. The the front door was still open. So, he let himself in, and made a beeline to the kitchen. He found the spot where the toaster was supposed to be, and placed it on the counter, plugging it in. He found the bread quickly and put them in the toaster. He grabbed a plate and placed it next to the toaster before going to find Craig's room.
He knocked on the door, and heard a groan from inside. He opened the door, and saw Craig, sprawled out on the bed. "Fuck off," Craig muttered, rolling over.
Jonathan scoffed, "I try to do something nice for you and you tell me to go away. How rude."
Craig rolled back over and propped himself up on his elbows. "Jonathan...? What the fuck are you doing here?" he said groggily.
"I uh, kinda stole your toaster last night. Sorry bout that. But! I'm gonna make you breakfast to make up for it."
"... You stole my toaster?"
"Yes but that's not the point, I'm making you breakfast! Now get up cause I don't want to wake you up when it's done and it be cold when you finally get out there."
Craig gave him a questioning look before falling down and rolling over, stuffing his face into his pillow. Jonathan frowned. He walked up to the bed and pulled the sheets off. "Get up!"
"Jonathan," he whined, rolling back over and reaching for the blankets, "give me back my blankets. I'll get up when the food is done."
"Nope! Get up now. You don't even have to get dressed, just get out there and accept my apology."
"... You do know you could have just like, left my toaster here, right? Like, I wouldn't have even known you stole it if you just. Put it back."
"Yeah, but what's the fun in that? Now get up!"
Craig sighed, "Do I have to?"
Craig sighed again, and reluctantly got up. Jonathan grinned and grabbed Craig's wrist before dragging him out of his room and into the kitchen. As soon as they got there, they smelt something burning. "What's that smell?" Craig asked, looking at Jonathan.
Jonathan looked around, and his eyes landed on the toaster, which was smoking. "Shit! Your breakfast!" He rushed over to the toaster and got the toast out, hissing in pain before the now burnt toast landed on the counter. He looked up at Craig, and smiled shyly. "So uh...breakfast?"
Craig just sighed. It was going to be a long day.