I Rented A Pop☆Star

❤: Excusez-moi?!

❤Raissa POV❤

If you can't cook, GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THE KITCHEN.

*BEEP! BEEP!*

What is that annoying noise?!

*BEEP! BEEP!*

Ugh.

*BEEP! BEEP!*

SHUT. THE HELL. UP.

*BEEP! BEEP!*

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! IT SOUNDS LIKE THE FRICKIN-

I gasped and jolted up.

IT SOUNDS LIKE THE FRICKIN FIRE ALARM.

I threw off my blankets and sprinted to the kitchen. How did I know it was the kitchen?

Cuz I'm awesome.

Okay, that, and it's not that hard once you follow the trail of smoke and where the noise is loudest.

"Ben! What. The. Hell. Are. You. DOING?!" I yelled, watching as Ben stood frantically trying to put out the small stove fire.

"Cooking?" He squeaked.

I took a breath to calm myself- and chocked on the smoke.

Deep down inside, I know he meant well.

"Raissa, the pan is on fire!"

Deep, deep down inside.

"Raissa, do something!"

Very deep inside.

"Raissa, I think my shirt's on fire!

Deeper then hell itself deep.

I don't even think I want to know what he was trying to cook- or, in his case, burn.

I grabbed the white towel from the kitchen counter and started waving it, but it refused to shut up.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" I yelled at the fire alarm, groaning as it kept beeping.

"Are you giving a peace offering to the alarm?" Ben asked confused, looking at me weirdly.

"No, you do this to shut the fire alarm off!" I huffed, giving up and just flinging the towel at the alarm.

It shut up.

"You should have done that in the first place," Ben chirped, looking up at the now silent alarm.

I glared daggers and he looked down at me, backing away slowly.

"Sorry? I'll never cook again? Would you like some ramen?"

"You burned ramen?!"

"I don't know it wasn't supposed to boil over the pot!" He wailed.

"You just put hot water! What are you doing boiling it?!"

"I don't know! I've never cooked it!"

"WHAT?!" I gasped.

He has never tried the most amazing thing ever created?! Seriously, who ever created cup ramen is a genius. If he was alive, I swear I would marry him- unless he's, you know, a hobo or something. Or my brother. EW. But I don't have a brother, so it should be okay. If he's married though, I'm not going to marry him either. Or if he was like, 20 years older than me. No. Just. No.

Well, assuming it was a he who created cup noodles, and not a she. If it was a she, then I could just become great friends with her and skip into the sunset.