An Auntie at 14.

Chapter 15!! :) xxx

I was sat on the worktop covered from head to toe in flour and licking the cake mixture from the spoon. we'd made a pretty decent cake, or cake mixture anyway. The cake was now hopefully cooking away in the oven. Sadly we'd managed to cover the entire kitchen in flour and gloop. We'd found the ingredients in one of the boxes in here, along with the mixing bowl and everything else we needed.

"Are you going to help me clean up?" Luke asked whilst scrubbing some mixture of if the cabinet.

"Um, nope." I said placing the spoon on the side and skipping back into the lounge. I heard him chuckle and decided since it was his idea and I had school tomorrow that it was best that I didn't help with this part.

I put the TV back on and surprisingly enough a different episode of ' friends' was on. I settled on that and sunk into the sofa.

Just as Rachel was confessing to Monica about loosing her earings my phone went off, It was Mum.

"Hey Mum." I said after muting the TV.

"Hey sweetheart, I'm at Asda, do you need anything?"

"Umm, oh I need some more toothpaste." I said drifting into thought about what I might need.

"Got that anything else?"

"Not for me but I'm pretty sure Luke will need beer."

"Way ahead of you there. Oh I ran into Harry a little while ago."

For some reason I froze and only managed to stutter my answer.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, he asked me if you were ok, have you two fallen out about something Pip?"

"No! I fell of the swing at the park that's all, you know what Harry's like, overly concerned."

"Mm, I suppose. Well I invited him to Paris' little welcome home party tomorrow and his Mum. I've gotta go now I'm holding up the cue. Bye!"

I dropped my phone in my lap. I could nearly sense the awkwardness that I'd be facing.

"Pippa! I require help, like now."

I went into the kitchen to see what he'd done. He'd dropped the bag of flour and it looked like it was snowing.

"Luke! You prat." I said skidding through the flour.

"Hey! It was an accident."

"Er. I know, hand me the brush."

the next hour was spent re- cleaning the kitchen, I took out the cake midway through, it looked pretty damn good if I do say so myself. Luke surprisingly enough was amazing at decorating cakes.He said his Mum used to own a bakery. I wanted to know the rest of that story but he instantly changed the subject.

"Erg." We both chorused, falling into the sofa and turning up the TV again.

"Oi, you two lazy lumps, help me with the shopping?" Mum bustled in the room with at least 6 bags in her arms.

Luke and I looked at each other and groaned. Luke stood up and heaved me up after him.

"I don't wanna do more work..."

"Come on you 'lazy lump'." Luke smirked pulling me out to the car.

We went back and forth bringing in bag after bag after bag. I was beginning to hear my bed calling down the stairs at me.

"What do you lot want for dinner then?" mum yelled through the kitchen door as I collapsed next to Luke on the sofa, again.

"I'm good thanks mum, I'm going to bed." I yelled back and heaved myself up stairs.

I got undressed and quickly pulled on my pjs. I clambered into bed and then realised Paris was coming home tommorow, that distracted me from sleeping.