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5.Ex-squeeeeze me?

5.Ex-squeeeeze me?

Zayn's P.O.V. :

   Sneaky.

   One word to describe be right now.

   Max was currently in the bathroom, doing whatever girls do in the bathroom. I'm pretty sure all girls do in the bathroom is look into their belly button. Not trying to offend any ladies, it's just my assumption of it. Well, that's what one of my sisters told me they do. When she said it, there was a hint of sarcasm, but she speaks to me like that most of the time.

   I pulled open the oven door, sticking my spoon in the still-baking brownies. After scooping a spoonful of brownie into my spoon, I slowly closed the oven door, trying not to make a sound. Successfully doing that, I stood up. I raised the metal utensil to my lips, the aroma already filling my nostrils. I slowly opened my mouth and...

   "What are you doing?"

   "Ah, mother of Jesus!" I screamed, dropping the food on the floor. The metal spoon hit the tiled floor with a loud clang! I stared down at the floor, staring at the chocolate brownie pieces scattered on the floor in misery. I was only about an inch away from having that delicious food in my mouth. So close, yet so far.

   "What were you doing?"

   My gaze wanders back to Maxxon, who is staring at me in disbelief. I open my mouth, not able to make a word come out. Max raises her perfectly trimmed eyebrows. "Well, you see, darling, I was trying to eat a piece of brownie. But, sadly, there was this big, ugly monster who ruined the deliciousness that is brownies." I pout.

   "Did you just call me an ugly monster? Have you looked in the mirror lately?" Max sasses.

   "Ex-squeeeeeze me?" I say, dragging the 'e' in the word.

   "You're ex-squeezed."

   "That is not what I meant. Anyway, girlfriend, I think we both know who'd win in a beauty contest, even if you put four pounds of makeup on. So, just shut your pretty, little self up and never insult my sexy looks," I say, nodding my head in a sarcastic manner. Max's narrowed eyes, turn back to normal as a grin slides onto her features.

   "Did you just call me pretty?" Max says, leaning one arm against the counter.

   "...What?" I say, my voice going an octave higher. Parting my lips, I try to think of a somewhat convincing lie. I make a 'pfft' sound, shaking my head at her. Max watches in amusement at my struggling attempt to cover up the fact I actually complimented her. "Are you drunk or something? You ate too many brownies..."

   "Alright, Malik. Whatever floats your boat," Max says, shrugging her shoulders. She snatches a kitchen mitt out of the cabinets and slides it onto her hand. I watch as she pulls the oven door open. "Hey, Zayn? Can you pass me a tooth-pick?" Questioning her theory, I still hand her a tooth-pick. "Thanks, Zayn," Max says, sticking one end of the tooth-pick into the brownies. She pulls it back out, inspecting the clear tooth-pick. "Okay, it's ready."

   "How do you know that? For all I know, you could've poisioned all those tooth-picks then stabbed the venom into the brownies! I knew it! You were trying to murder me all along! What kind of sick minded person are you?" I spit, getting all defensive. 

   Max pulls the glass tray out of the oven, placing it on the counter. She turns the oven off before turning back to the plate of once delicious brownies. I watch as Max pulls out a knife and carefully cuts them into perfect cubes. Max fills her plate with eight brownies, leaving eight more for me. She shoves one into her mouth, happily chewing. Max swallows, smiling at me. "Okay, then I'll have yours too."