You Drive Me Crazy | L.H

Chapter 36: I just want Pasta

Olivia POV

It is fair to say I wasn't in the best mood, Michael hadn't talked or even looked at Luke, Claire or me the rest of the day. He was holding Claire's hand but it was obvious he was still annoyed at everything. Luke had no clue of course and just kept making excuses for him.

That's why I was trying not to talk to him.

The thing is if his moms away, he's going to just end up ordering McDonald's so I'm still at his. Just so I can cook dinner, which is even more difficult because I can't reach anything, and I don't want to ask for help.

I'm trying to get some pasta from the top shelf, everything in Luke's house is high up because he's so damn tall. Luke comes up behind me, reaching it down with ease.

"Stop it, I'm trying to be mad at you" I grumble, taking the pasta from him and turning around to put it into the pan.

"Not possible love, you like me too much for that," he chuckles, putting his arms around my waist, kissing my neck lightly.

I try to unwrap his arms and attempt not to talk to him just to prove my point, but he just pulls me closer to him, "Hemmings, unless you want a burned arm, please let go" I grumble as I try to get on with the cooking.

"You called me Hemmings... you never do that anymore," he says, relaxing his arms lightly but still not letting me go.

"I told you I was mad at you" I smirk at his reaction, resisting the urge to look at him.

"I don't even know why you're mad, Mikey turned out fine with it," he chuckles, leaning his head on top of mine.

I roll my eyes at him, of course, he doesn't get it. He's a guy, "I'm mad because of how Mikey was afterwards... yeah he says he's fine with it, but he's treating Claire differently and then he couldn't even look at us the whole time we were in the garage" I let out a sigh I didn't realise I was holding in, leaning back on Luke slightly, his arms holding me up.

"What? No, he wasn't any different," he says looking down at me.

"And this is why I'm mad at you" I chuckle, rolling my eyes at him. I manage to escape from his arms to get some more ingredients out, "Mikey's acting like Claire cheated on him or something, it's horrible, he's being so distant with her, you don't even seem to notice, what if they break up? They're the best couple, and it would be our fault for ruining it, now please sit down, I just want pasta...." I rant as I make the sauce for the pasta.

"Ohhh, I get it now..." he says, having a moment of realisation, "don't blame us, if Mikey and Claire are good together, they will get through this," he says leaning on the counter next to the stove.

I chuckle looking up at him, "you're so dumb sometimes," I smirk before going back to cooking.

"Hmm very funny" he grumbles and pulls me closer to him, wrapping his arms back around my waist, "are you still mad at me?" he mumbles, kissing my neck lightly.

"Yes, I'm enjoying this" I smirk, teasing him as I stir the pasta sauce with him behind me.

He chuckles, "your, enjoying this way too much", he says leaning his head on my shoulder.

"Oh shut up" I giggled, as I juggled stirring the pasta and the sauce at the same time.

He smiles holding me close, "this smells really good love," he says against my neck.

"Stop it, go sit down" I grumble, pushing him away playfully, "compliments aren't going to help you this time" I smirk as I get some plates out of the oven, I put them in so they stay warm.