Being up early in the morning wasn't so much of a thing for you. But it was a lot better than attempting to sleep and getting "falcon punched" in the face. How did that happen?
Your friend Alfred was suffering from a hangover after a night with Gilbert and Mathias so he came to your place with a giant chocolate cake. It didn't make sense, but hey! There was free cake. From some expensive place.
Cha. Freaking. Ching.
"H-Hey ____! Look! I brought you cake, 'cause I love you!" Alfred suddenly busted through the door, with a big red box containing chocolate cake. His race was red and some drool trailed down his chin.
"Is it a lie?" You grinned at your drunken friend.
"Nup! The hero never lies to who he loves most!" Alfred walked in your house like a "walker" from The Walking Dead, and put the cake on the table.
"Jesus Christ, Alfred, you look like Charlie Sheen!" You laughed at him, taking the cake. Oh my (insert deity you believe in here) it looked awesome.
"Slee...ppy..." The American slurred, before slamming his head on the wooden table and passing out cold. Popping out from your Portal Cake fantasy, you looked at him and sighed.
"Damn." You grabbed his arm and put it around your shoulder. Using your other arm, you grabbed his waist. "TRY-HARD FACE!" You shouted, pulling Alfred to your room, and throwing him on your bed. He was already snoring when his head hit the pillows.
Then about 7:30, you got punched in the face and fell off of the bed. That's when you had the idea of making breakfast so early.
Making bacon pancakes, bacon pancakes,
Put it in a pancake,
Bacon pancaaaakes!" You sang, cooking the bacon, then putting it in the pancake batter.
"Cause I just made some mofo bacon pancakes!" You flipped the pancake in the air, and it hit your plate.
Like a boss.
You continued to hum the song as you finished the magnificent glorious glory that is bacon pancakes, and put them on plates. Alfred walked from the doorway and peered his head in the kitchen. "Woah! Bacon pancakes!" He exclaimed. He looked much better now, his hair only a little messed up.
"Yep. Be thankful." You grin, tossing him a fork. He caught the fork successfully and dug in.
"Oh my God, this is supermegafoxyawesomehot." Alfred moaned as he ate his food. "Just like you, dude~ I love you for making this so much!"
"So I'm guessing what you said to me last night was true?"
"You even bought a fifty dollar cake. And you said you loved me too~!"
Alfred looked up at you and blushed. "Eat your bacon pancakes."