*so this is my attempt at uploading a chapter quicker than I have done with the previous two... (sorry about that) I'm just really forgetful. Yeah yeah Emma, excuses excuses. Ok here we go!*

Chapter 4

I woke up to the smell of bacon. I noticed it must've been about 9am, which is later than i usually wake up. The smell began getting stronger. Wait, did that mean there was someone in my house? I found an old plank of wood in the corner of my room; I still hadn't finished decorating so there was a lot of old junk in it. I took the plank and stepped cautiously into the kitchen expecting the worst. But just as I turned the corner I came face to face with a set of dazzling green eyes. The thing yelped and took a step backwards, almost falling to the floor in the process. It was that moment that I realised the 'intruder' was Pippin and he himself was slightly shocked to see a wooden board raised in the air.

"What are you doing?" I exclaimed, lowering the plank so that he wouldn't get /too/ scared. He looked at me, eyes wide, as if he had just been attacked by a mad man.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he said, panic in his voice. He got his breathing under control and after about 30 seconds continued it with "Well, about half an hour ago I came and knocked on your front door but i figured you must be sleeping because you didn't answer, so I thought I would surprise you by making you breakfast." He seemed a little worried but said "I thought it would be nice" and shrugged, turning away from me as he was about to leave.

"Wait!" I launched forward, grabbing his wrist and spinning him back round to face me. "You should stay. I'm not mad at you, just a little surprised; I thought you were a burglar or something." I pouted. "Please stay and have breakfast, you made it after all."

He laughed. "Urgh if I have to too" he replied, a slight smirk on his face. I hit him playfully on the arm and laughed along with him. I brushed past him to tend to the bacon; it would surely be burnt by now. Quickly, I turned off the heat, the aroma of the burnt bacon filling my nostrils, I was so hungry. Oh well, it's the thought that counts. I started plating up the food when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"I'll do it" I heard him say. "I came to make breakfast for you so that is what I'll do. Go sit down."

It seemed almost... romantic. I pushed those thoughts aside as I knew that this was purely friendship. We'd only known each other for a day at the most. It's not like he would feel that way about me. Not me. Never me. I sighed. I should just stop thinking about the possibility of it but I held onto the hope that there was perhaps /something/ there. I may not know much about him but i do know how much I already like him. It was practically instantaneous. Now that doesn't happen with many people, so I knew there was something special about him. I waltzed over to the kitchen table and perched on the nearest chair. I heard some rattling of dishes and cutlery behind me, just before Pippin appeared again, plates in hand, smiling to himself.

"Breakfast is served, my lady" he said trying to sound stereotypically posh.

"What you smiling at?" I mused. His smile was literally brightening up the room.

"What, am I not allowed to smile ma'am?" he replied, acting as if he was my servant. It was kind of cute.

"No" I retorted, and then pulled him down onto the chair beside me so he knew that I was joking. I couldn't help but laugh, his humour matched my own perfectly. I looked at my plate. "Well, better burnt than not here at all." I said. "If you were coming to cook me breakfast you could have at least watched it properly"

He smiled "well it's not my fault, I thought you were going to attack me, how was I supposed to look after it when I was threatened with a large plank of wood?"

"I don't know, it's your duty."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know I was your new slave" he mused.

"Well you did imply that earlier, you addressed me as ma'am... and that my friend is what a butler would do." I stuck my tongue out at him. He followed suit and did the same back and then laughed.

His laugh, oh my, his laugh was the best thing ever. He had small dimples in his cheeks which showed every time he smiled. They were... perfect.

"Well, it's still burnt Pippin. I tried to sound as sad as possible and pouted but struggled to contain my laughter.

Pippin turned to me. "Aww, want me to make it better?" before I had the chance to reply he leant towards me and placed a short kiss upon my cheek before pulling away and blushing.

I sat there staring at him, yet he looked down at the table. "Sorry..." he whispered. He glanced back at me for a brief second and then continued to eat his breakfast. I lifted my hand to my cheek where he had kissed me, unsure of what to do or what to say. I held it there for a while, trying to make the feeling last as I didn't think this would happen again. I then picked up my knife and started to cut my bacon. I looked down at my plate and felt his gaze rest upon me but I couldn't turn to meet his gaze, I was too red and couldn't let him see me like this. I saw him divert his eyes back to his food. From then on we both sat in an awkward silence until we had finished our meals.

Once I saw he had finished he gave me a nod and I took away his plate and placed it into the sink.

"I guess I'll be off" he said, sounding a bit deflated. "Thank you for letting me stay for breakfast." Then he stood up and shuffled out of the front door and down the lane.