"Ollie, wake up," I shot up when I heard someone whisper in my ear and I was about to throw a punch at the air out of reflex but felt something grab my wrist gently and stop me.

I opened my eyes and instantly shot my head in the direction I heard the voice come from. I rubbed my eyes and gazed at Cole's almost red face. He had my wrist in his hold. His lips were pursed and he was trying his best to keep his laugh in.

"Was fucking afraid of that..." He choked out while trying to keep his voice low.

"What?" I gave him a confused sleepy face.

"Your 'reflex actions'. Anyways, get up bro..." He whispered, nodding his head towards something behind me.

I turned around and my eyes widened the second they landed on Blake's sleeping figure. His arms were wrapped around the pillow beside me and half of his face was stuffed into it. He was squeezing the pillow as if his life depended on it while he let out even breaths.

I slowly turned my head back in Cole's direction and my cheeks instantly heated up once I saw the shit-eating grin that was plastered on his face. "Shut up," I groggily mumbled, trying my best not to let out many breaths and talk a lot because of my morning breath.

"I didn't say anything..." He widened his grin.

I let out a grunt before standing up from my place and lazily making my way to my room's door, I rotated my head for a second to take a look at Blake and I held back a smile at how cute he looked squeezing the pillow.

"By the way..." Cole started just when I was about to continue walking out. I heard his footsteps approaching from behind me and felt his hand rest on my shoulder, "The pillow took your place," He whispered in my ear. "that," He nodded his head towards it, "was you a few minutes ago, Ollie. So sad that I had to wake you."

My cheeks got even hotter after he informed me that and I glared at him before he patted my back and walked away, leaving me standing there looking like a freaking tomato. "Meet me in the kitchen after you do your shit, Oliver," Cole yelled out to me from what I'm guessing is the kitchen.

I groaned and walked towards the bathroom to do my business and brush my teeth. After I was done with everything in the bathroom, I brushed my hair since it had a few more knots than it usually does after I wake up in the morning. Weird.

After I was done brushing my hair I ran my fingers through it, avoided looking at the mirror for more than five seconds, and walked out of the bathroom. I stopped when I was at the kitchen's entrance and eyed all the food that was placed on the counters then looked up at Cole.

"What is all this?" I asked, grabbing his attention.

He gave me a huge smile, "We're making a special sexy breakfast."

"What? Why?" I furrowed my brows.

"For Blake. Now get your ass over here and help me make this shit." He ordered.

My mouth formed into the shape of an o from realization and I made my way towards him. "What are you gonna do?"

"More than one shitlet," He simply answered as he turned towards the counters. Shitlet?

I eyed the food again, "That's a lot of food,"

Cole hummed and grabbed my shoulders from behind, pushing me towards one of the empty counters that had a cutting board and some vegetables placed on it. "Chop," He ordered.

"Yes ma'am," I replied and he gasped.

I ignored him and began cutting the cucumbers and avocadoes. I turned around when I heard slapping noises come from behind me and stared at Cole in horror when I saw him smacking his hand over some kind of dough repeatedly while smiling like a child playing with toys.

"Cole?"

He rested his hand over the dough and started kneading it, "Hmm?"

"What were you doing?" I questioned.

He pursed his lips and kept kneading the dough, "Mmnothing," He mumbled.

I squinted my eyes at him, "You're so weird, what even is the dough for?"

"The dough is for Croissants. Also, weird is unique, and unique is sexy so imma fuckin' take that as a motherfuckin' compliment, Oliver." He said childishly.

I locked my lips together to hold back a laugh at his tone and turned my head around, shaking it as I continued to cut the avocadoes. A minute passed before a thought grazed my mind, "Wait, croissants?"

"Yep, Blake's been nagging me to make them but I always say no because it takes a lot of time- fourteen hours to be precise. Though I started making the dough last night because you two were asleep and I was fucking bored, plus it's a win-win since these might cheer Blake up. This whole breakfast will."

Aww. He's doing all of this for him... "That's kind of cute, " I admitted.

Cole started rolling the dough and cutting it into rectangular shapes before cutting them again to turn them into little triangles. "Cute is sexy,"

"Everything is sexy to you guys," I mumbled.

"Cockroaches aren't- are you done chopping the veggies?" He asked.

"Yes, what do I do now?" I turned to him.

"Cut some strawberries and get the berries from the fridge; we're making yogurt parfait." He answered.

♛

"We're done?" I asked Cole as we both stood in front of the kitchen island and stared at all the different foods and snacks we made for breakfast along with Rooibostea and chopped fruits and vegetables that were neatly and beautifully plated. We made sure that nothing was wasted and it was all meant to feed three people and not more.

"We're done," Cole whispered. "What time is it?" He asked.

I checked my phone's clock, "Ten," I answered before furrowing my eyebrows and rotating my head to face him. "Wait, what time did you wake me?"

"Seven," He answered.

My eyes widened, "What?"

He shrugged, "Sorry, but everything had to be done before Blake wakes up."

I rubbed my hands against my face, "We've been doing this for three hours?"

Cole nodded his head and patted my back and I went back to staring at the breakfast in front of me. I was about to ask him if we should wake Blake up now or later but stopped when I heard his raspy voice from behind us.

"What is all this?" His voice sounded so broken.

My eyes widened for a second before both Cole and I turned around to face him. His nose was a bit red and his eyes were glassy. Why was he sad?

"SURPRISE!" Cole instantly beamed and got excited, "It's for you bro!"

Cole looked like he was about to say something but stopped when we both saw that Blake barely gave a reaction, he just stood there, eyes glassy, hair messy, nose red, and was staring at me.

"Blake?" I whispered. He looked so dejected and was almost frozen in his spot.

Cole and I didn't utter a single word before we both automatically made our way towards him and embraced him into a group hug. He slowly brought his hands to our backs and hugged us back silently.

"You okay?" Cole whispered a minute later.

Blake nodded his head against our shoulders and moved his hand over my back a bit, sliding it upwards.

"We made croissants, yogurt parfait, fruit and mini pancake sticks, and other tasty shit!" Cole exclaimed.

Blake pulled back and took a glance at the table behind us, he still looked a bit sad but a small genuine smile tugged at his lips a second later and he turned his head towards Cole, "Homemade croissants?" He asked in a whisper.

Cole nodded his head, "The parfait too- Ollie made it."

Blake averted his gaze to me and his small smile got a bit bigger. "Thanks."

I shook my head and gave a shy smile back, "No problem."

"Can we inhale it now?" Cole asked.

♛

"You're not gonna watch a movie with us?" I asked Cole as I microwaved the popcorn with Blake standing right behind me. For some reason, he hasn't left my side since this morning and was kind of way more silent than usual. He's been following Cole and I like a lost puppy the entire day, even though he's in his home.

"Nah, I've been awake since fucking five in the morning, I think I'm gonna sleep after calling the brat," Cole informed us as he filled his glass bottle with water.

"Oh," I said the same minute the microwave beeped. "okay then, have a goodnight's sleep, I guess. What were we planning on watching again, Blake?"

I turned to Blake, who was a foot away from me, and saw him shrug without saying a word. I held back a frown; it was so weird seeing him act like this.

"Marvel marathon?" I asked.

He nodded his head and I turned back to the microwave and grabbed the bag of popcorn from its tip. I walked over to the cabinet that had the bowls in it and heard Blake's footsteps follow me from behind, I turned my head and saw him standing right behind me while watching me pull the popcorn bowl out.

"Aight, I'm gonna go sleep now. Good night." Cole yawned and started walking out.

"G'night," I said to him before turning to Blake again, "Can you get the first movie ready while I chop some carrots and cucumbers for the ranch?"

He stared at me for a second before eyeing the knife and cutting board behind me silently. "I'll cut them, you get it ready." He said in a quiet voice.

I knit my brows for a second before nodding my head, "Yeah, okay. Cut them vertically though,"

He nodded his head and watched as I walked out of the room with the bowl of popcorn in hand. I set the bowl on the coffee table when I reached the living room and opened a website for us to watch the movie on.

Minutes later, after I found the movie and got it ready, I heard Blake's voice from the kitchen, "Livi?"

"Yeah?" I said from my spot on the couch. My heart melted like it does every time he calls me that.

"Nothing," I was barely able to hear him.

"You sure? What did you need?" I asked.

"Nothing; was just che- was just gonna ask if you found the movie on any websites." I heard his footsteps approach before I saw him walk in with a tray that had the carrots, cucumbers, broccoli, and ranch in it.

"Broccoli?" I scrunched my face up when I noticed them.

Blake nodded his head and set the tray on the coffee table beside the popcorn bowl before taking a seat next to me on the couch. "I like them."

I scrunched my face up even more, causing him to break into a small smile and chuckle, "They actually taste really good with ranch," He informed me, leaning forward and dipping one in ranch before shoving the entire small vegetable in his mouth.

I shook my head, and made a disgusted face, causing him to smile again while chewing the broccoli with his mouth closed.

"I found a site that provides subtitles- it's better than the one we streamed Star Wars on." I nodded my head towards the television.

"Illegal?" He raised a brow.

I held back a laugh, "Illegal." I answered.

He bit his lip to suppress a laugh and shook his head, grabbing the remote from the coffee table and starting the movie.

I grabbed the knit blanket that was thrown over the couch and wrapped it around me before grabbing the popcorn bowl and setting it on my lap. Blake scooted closer to me so he could reach the popcorn too and my heart immediately started palpitating from the proximity of our bodies.

We watched the rest of the movie in comfortable silence, both of us letting out a few chuckles and remarks throughout the two hours. Once the movie ended we were quick to start the second one, and the third one, and the fourth one, and the fifth one.

When we were halfway through the fifth one, I began to feel a bit tired and yawned the same minute Blake scooted close enough for our bodies to touch and I felt him lay his head on my shoulder, making butterflies erupt in my stomach.

I slowly looked down at him and saw that his eyes were wide open and he didn't look sleepy at all. His hair had fallen down over his forehead messily and I smiled a bit to myself when I saw his lips tug upwards and felt his body slightly shake from him chuckling over a line in the movie.

I averted my gaze back to the TV and continued watching the movie. A few minutes later, I felt myself get a bit more tired and I hesitantly and slowly rested my head over Blake's, feeling his soft hair press against my cheeks, it smelt so good- even better than Cole's.

I felt him stiffen against me for a second before relaxing his body and shifting his head against my shoulder, causing his hair to brush against my cheeks.

An hour later, after the post-credit scene was over, Blake and I stared at the screen as it displayed the closing credits and I heard him let out a breath, his head had somehow ended up on my lap over a pillow and mine was resting over another pillow which I had placed over the couch, near my neck.

"Livi?" His face was still facing the TV when he whispered that.

"Yeah?" I replied, looking down at his perfect face. He was gorgeous even from the side with his straight nose and plump lips.

"I'm sorry," He whispered.

"What?" I looked at his side profile with a confused face.

"About yesterday," His voice was so low and soft. "I shouldn't have acted like that before and after you left. I was a fucking douchebag and I had no right to talk to you like that- I also shouldn't have broken down like that afterward and I can't stop thinking about how fucking stupid I was to do that. I couldn't really c- I told you I'd explain everything to you later and well, I guess now's later since I really don't want you thinking of me as a fucking dick and baby at the same time but I also think you'd think of me differently if I told you the reason and so I don- fuck." He breathed and sat up.

I frowned and turned the TV off using the remote. "I'm sorry," He whispered again and ran his fingers through his hair.

I shook my head, "It's alright." I assured him. "Blake I'm not really sure what you're talking about but know that you don't have to tell me anything; I was just concerned yesterday..."

He shifted in his spot so he could see me well. "I- I don't know... I just- would I sound like a dick if I asked if I can explain everything later?"

I shook my head again, "Of course not."

"And you wouldn't think of me as a fucking crybaby or some shit?"

I laughed, "Why would I think of you as a crybaby?"

"You know why," He sighed and laid his head back over my lap. He was acting so cute.

"Ugh, shut up." I pushed his head playfully, making him chuckle.

"Are you tired?" He questioned a few seconds later.

"Only a bit," I answered.

He shifted his head over my lap so he could look directly into my eyes, "Same."

"Do you think we'd fall asleep in the middle of the sixth movie if we decide to watch it?" I asked him, looking straight into his beautiful eyes.

He shrugged and yawned, "I don't know. Wanna do something else?"

"Like what? You do realize it's five in the morning, right?"

He nodded his head, "Yeah, but we've been sitting here for hours and I can't feel my ass anymore- it's like numb."

I threw my head back and laughed, "Me too."

"Okay then," Blake chuckled, "get up." He started getting up from laying down.

Ovaries: NOO stay near us- on the lap.

He reached his hand out to me and I stared at it for a second, "Come on, Leprotto- unless you want your ass to stay numb..."

I gave him my hand and stood up, he grabbed his phone from the coffee table, opened settings, connected the Bluetooth to the speakers, and opened Spotify.

"What are yo-"

"We're dancing, Muffin." He flashed me a grin and looked down at the phone.

"But Cole's asleep," I whispered.

"And? He'd be more than happy to join us if he woke up. Though I doubt he will since he like, dies every time after he falls asleep and we're playing soft music."

"Soft music?"

"Shh... patience Anakin." He hushed me and set his phone down after picking a song, I wasn't able to see what song he picked so I waited for it to start so I could hear it.

My eyes widened and warmth spread through my entire body once the music started playing. How the hell does he know this song.

Come away with me by Norah Jones was playing and I was quick to figure that out since I remembered how mom would always play Norah's songs in the car after picking Luke and me up from school.

Blake smiled at my reaction and grabbed both of my hands before holding them up in the air and staring at them, tingles were spreading all through them from the contact. "Where the fuck do these go?"

I stared at him in confusion, "What?"

"How the fuck do we slow dance to slow music?" He asked and my eyes widened again, heat spread across my face at the simple thought of slow dancing with him.

He grinned after eyeing my face, "What?"

"You're kidding right?"

"You don't know how to slow dance?" He asked.

I shook my head, my cheeks tinting even more.

"Well shit, neither do I."

It's official, we're in lockdown.

"I won't step on your feet now, Blake. Calm down." I said in an annoyed tone.

"I am calm, I was kidding. I put a better tutorial on the TV and it shouldn't be as hard as the last ten times we tried," He informed me.

"Why are you guys doing this again?" Cole asked from where he was sitting on the recliner, he was munching on a bag of chips.

"I realized I can't dance for shit and I can't be not-good at something- also, Olivia's doing it so she could perfect it in case of a future invitation at a princess ball, just like the ones she fantasizes about every night before falling as- FUCK!" Blake yelled when I stomped on his foot on purpose, but it also made him tighten his hold around my waist which caused me to screech and I instantly felt my cheeks heat up.

Blake groaned, "Wh-"

"Shut up," I groaned back.

"Aww," Cole said before throwing a chip in his mouth.

Blake and I turned our heads towards him and glared, causing him to give us a wide smile while continuing to munch on his chips.

We turned our heads back towards each other and attempted to do the dance again. "Bros, you guys do realize that this is fucking slow dancing and not some mafia-princess ball shit?" Cole decided to open his mouth again.

"Cole, just stop talking please," I said.

"No but seriously, put your hands over his ass while he puts his over yours, and slowly twerk-"

"Cole, get the fuck out of here," Blake said.

"No, no, I'm sorry~ keep going, I promise I won't talk anymore," He whined.

"Be useful and resume the video," Blake told him.

Cole nodded his head obediently and quickly resumed it. Blake and I watched the first fifty seconds before telling Cole to pause it. "Okay our fingers shouldn't be interlocked, apparently, and our palms should be pressed against each other while we- yeah, just like that, I guess," Blake muttered when we figured out how to hold each other's hands up in the air.

He put his hand on my lower back and I placed mine over his shoulder. "No, on his ass, Oliver. For fu-"

I threw one of Blake's slides at him. He shrieked and I ignored him, turning around to face Blake's grinning face. I placed my hand back over his shoulder while he placed his on my lower back.