A/N
Hey guys! Im so sorry that I haven't uploaded in a while! I'll try and do that more but no 100% promises! I'm just going to put this chapter in because I want to continue with The Sex Games, but I wanted to spice things up a little more. ;)

Buh bai!

~Potato

Mark's P.O.V

"Well that sure was something alright!"

"Heh," Sean laughed awkwardly, "sure was... Do you wanna go downstairs and eat breakfast like we were going to?" Sean gestured down the stairs.

"Oh yea I forgot about that. I'm pretty hungry so let's do that." We walked down the stairs and to the kitchen. I leaned against a counter with my arms crossed, and Sean walked over to the fridge and opened it.

"What should we make?" Sean looked over at me, "I was thinking maybe some waffles?"

I looked at him with a confused look on my face. "Waffles suck! Pancakes are so much better! Let's make those!" I opened a cabinet and grabbed a box of pancake mix.

"Mark, waffles are so much better that pancakes." He closed the fridge and opened the freezer to grab out the the waffles. "Let's make these."

"But you just put those waffles into a toaster and then their done! Not as special as making pancakes!" I set down the box of pancake mix. "We can make pancakes out of scratch!"

Sean sighed and stood right in front of me. He held up the box of waffles and stared at me. "Mark, if we keep doing this then we are going to get into a fight. I know that you're really stubborn when it comes down to little things like this so I know that this will turn into a fight." I rolled my eyes and he squinted his. "It's early morning, and it's been a really shitty morning so we're both in not the best moods at the moment. So I'm calling it right now that we're going to start a fight about whether we should have pancakes or waffles at some point. If we do, then you owe me.... Hm... $20 and I can post one tweet of anything on your Twitter. If we don't, then I'll give you $20 and you can post one tweet of anything on my Twitter. Deal?" He held out his hand to me.

I smirked at him and shook his hand. "Deal."

He smiled at me, like an adorable one with a hint of evil like he was planning something, and walked over to the toaster.

He slowly opened the box of waffles and put two into the toaster. He smirked at me as he put his finger on the button to cook them, and pressed it.

A low growl escaped my mouth as I grabbed the box of pancake mix and started preparing to make pancakes.

I was mixing the stuff together with my back to Sean. I could feel him smirk and his eyes burning into my back, trying to get me to crack and start a fight. I ignored that and kept focusing on my pancakes.

After I finished the mixing part of it, I picked up the bowl and started walking over to the stove with the pan and melted butter on it.

I was a little shaky because I didn't want to lose this bet, and the toaster just had to take advantage of that. Sean's waffles popped right out of the toaster and scared me half to death, making me drop the batter, spilling it all over the floor, me, and Sean.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I said as I jumped back, staring at the huge mess. Sean bursted out in laughter.

"Ugh!" I grunted/yelled while I tried to wipe some of the batter off of me. I glared at Sean who was still rolling on the floor, dying of laughter.

"I'm going to go change clothes." I said as I walked toward the stairs. "Sean, get off your ass and start cleaning some of that up! I'll help too when I come back down..." I kinda mumbled that last part but not so much that Sean wouldn't have been able to hear me.

Do you guys prefer Waffles or Pancakes?

My choice is waffles. ❤️