Kyle was one of your closest friends and over the past few months you had grown even closer. The two of you spent as much time together as possible, but he was in the military and often away on missions.

Lately, he had been showing up at your house complaining about his impossible roommate. You suspected he was making up excuses to come over but since you enjoyed his company you didn't mind. You had even told him where you hid the spare key so he could let himself in whenever he wanted.

Last night, at some point after you had fallen asleep you felt the bed move. When you managed to open your eyes, you look over and see that Kyle had climbed into bed. Feeling content, you smiled to yourself and drifted back off to sleep.

In the morning you wake up to the smell of bacon. You pull yourself out of bed and walk into the kitchen to see that Kyle had cook a whole spread and was making you a plate.

"Finally your up! I made breakfast, so get your ass over here, your gonna love my pancakes."