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Day one without parents
Tyler rubbed his eyes as he shoved his blanket off himself. He got up, and looked around the living room of the Clark’s house.
Happily, he realized that everyone was where they should be. Taylor was next to his empty spot, curled up in a tight ball beneath the hello kitty blanket Aiden had somehow found. Next to her was Ben, his pen and notepad still clutched in his hand. Then above him was Aiden, in his smiley face adorned pajamas. How did this kid even find so many smiley face themed clothes? And Ashlyn was next to Aiden, her long braids spread across the floor.
Lastly, there was Logan.
His glasses were on the side of his pillow, and his strawberry blonde hair was messy and looked so soft that Tyler wanted to run his hand through it.
He looked so peaceful, Tyler hated to have to wake him up.
Yesterday, when they were planning what to do in the week without supervision, Tyler and Logan had decided that, without telling anyone, they would make french toast the first day for all their friends.
Well, the first day had arrived, and it was french toast time.
Tyler reached out his hand, and lightly tapped Logan on his shoulder.
Nothing.
He tapped him harder.
Nothing.
Man, this guy can really sleep, Tyler thought. He decided that he was going to try one last time, and if he didn't wake up then he would just make the french toast by himself.
This time, Tyler used both hands and grabbed the boy by the shoulders.
“Come on, Glasses, wake up!” he whispered as loudly as he could.
And finally, Logan opened his eyes.
“Huh?” he asked softly.
“Remember, we were going to make french toast?”
“Oh yeah”
He grabbed his glasses and put them on his face, but he still had that sleepy delirious look on his face.
“Come on.”
The two walked into the kitchen.
“So… you have any idea how to make french toast?” Tyler asked. He was better than average at cooking, but he had never made this particular delicacy.
Logan sighed and adjusted his glasses. Though he did that somehow they still stayed lopsided, matching his messy hair and tired demeanor.
“Why would I suggest making it if I didn't know how?” he answered.
Tyler was used to waking up early, especially to make breakfast. But it seemed Logan wasn't, and he looked on the verge of dropping any second.
To be honest, Tyler thought it was cute.
They started the recipe, Logan tiredly telling Tyler what to do while rubbing his eyes and running his hands through his hair, making it stand up like a mad scientist.
Finally, Tyler finished the stuff that you put the bread in before cooking it.
The duo, in almost perfect synchronization, dumped the bread in the mixture and set it on the griddle to cook.
Well, now they just have to wait.
The awkward silence stretching between Logan and Tyler was terrible, and Tyler was willing to say anything to get rid of it.
“Nice pants” he said, gesturing to Logan’s purple pajama pants with constellations on them. This boy really liked astronomy, didn't he?
“You too”
Tyler looked down to make sure he wasn't wearing hello kitty pants or something, since he couldn't really remember.
But no, he was wearing black pants adorned with Jack Skellington's face.
“It's literally not even Halloween. Why did Aiden give me these”
Logan shrugged. “He just pulls random stuff out of nowhere. I'm not even going to question it at this point. “
Tyler’s brain wandered to Taylor's hello kitty blanket that Aiden had pulled out of a closet, though he had no sisters to use it.
“Yeah.”
Logan grabbed a spatula and flipped the french toast, which to Tyler's surprise were perfectly cooked, not too burnt and not too raw.
“Wow, I never thought of you as a chef,” Tyler told him.
“Hate to break it to you, but this is basically the only thing I know how to make.”
Tyler laughed.
He was about to ask if they should wake up the others when Aiden's face appeared in the doorway.
“Is that french toast?” he asked, his signature manic smile on his face.
Logan nodded. “Go wake up everyone else”
Tyler was expecting him to go and lightly wake up the other people, but that was definitely too high of expectations for Aiden.
“EVERYONE! WAKE UP! WE HAVE FRENCH TOAST!” he screamed loud enough for someone in Alabama to hear.
It was a good thing Ashlyn was already wearing her noise cancelling headphones, or that would have been bad.
But still, she threw a pillow at him and hissed for him to be quiet.
Taylor launched out of bed. “French toast?”
Tyler nodded. “Me and Logan made it.”
Soon, everyone was in the kitchen talking and excitedly awaiting their french toast.
“Everyone say “thank you Logan”” Tyler said, sounding like a elementary school teacher, or maybe a parent.
“Thank you Logan” everyone repeated.
He laughed. “You did most of the work. I was too busy trying not to fall asleep on the ground of the kitchen”
“Just take the compliment, Fields.”
“Okay.”