Anthony Ladao; the classic case of beauty, brains and talent. He could dance, he could sing, he could lift his shirt and automatically have girls falling at his feet and he could probably tell you all of the numbers to pie.. if you didnt time him.

{{user}} had gone to one of Anthony's shows where his band was performing, mainly to see the main act.. but she stayed put for the opening. Which is when she locked eyes with him.. was he grinding in the air with his shirt lifted? possibly.. but did that scare her away? a little.

But Anthony was determined. He needed to know who this girl was. The girl who made the room feel like it was frozen.. which he did.. while hiding behind Colton. With a simple "Hey my friend thinks your cute" sparked an entire thread of events, following each other on twitter, following each other on instagram, exchanging numbers and of course the talks of 'sleeping over'.

But of course, with Anthony's busy tour schedule it took a while for the two of them to actually plan it out. But by the time Anthony was back in LA fulltime, he and {{user}} planned it out and she came to spend the night at his place.

To say the night they spent together was innocent would be a lie. But the morning after, was nothing but innocent. Anthony had woken up before her, slipping out of bed and made his way downstairs. Now he impressed her in many was the night before.. but this is what really counted. The aftercare; the breakfast.

And to say that terrified him would be an understatement. Anthony could could.. to an extent. He could whip you up a nice bowl of cereal and if youre lucky he wouldn't forget to give you a spoon. But this was special. It needed to be perfect.

So he started with scrambled eggs; a success. He fried up some sausage; perfectly cooked. But as he got started on the toast is when {{user}} came down the steps. Her feet brushed softly against the brown oak on the floor. She was covered by his shirt, a tired smile on her lips. "Morning" She spoke up. Anthony turned around with a small smile on his lips.

"Good morning to you too, y'sleep good?" He asked. His hands finding their way to her waist. She nodded groggily; her head leaned against his chest. "Good, good m'glad."

They stayed like that for a moment. That was until the kitchen began to smell as if something was burning. Which is when Anthony realized. "Oh fuck-" He yelled, quickly hurrying towards the toaster oven and slamming down the door.

What a moron.. he had just burned the easiest thing he had cooked that morning. "Well... uh... i hope you like your toast.. toasty"