The Rebel Royalties

Chapter 13

Carla's POV

I was stirring all of the wet ingredients into the dry ones as Derek was grabbing cookie sheets and getting them ready for the cookies. I put the bowl down and grabbed a handful of flour from the container that it was in, "Hey, Charming," I said, looking at him.

He turned to me and I threw the flour at him, he started coughing and I covered my mouth, doing my best not to laugh. "Princess," he exclaimed, I couldn't hold it back anymore and burst out laughing, doubling over. He tried to brush the flour off, "C'mere, I want a hug," he said, as I started to calm down and shook my head.

"No," I exclaimed, moving to keep the dining room table between us. He grabbed a handful of flour and threw it at me, I shrieked, I was in an all black outfit that was now white. "I hate you!"

He laughed, pointing at me while I went over to the counter and grabbed the cooking spray, "You started it!"

I sprayed him with the cooking spray while he dipped his finger in the batter, he wiped it on my cheek as my jaw dropped. I glared at him as I grabbed an egg from the carton, he backed away from me with his hands up in surrender. "Alright, truce," he said, I smirked and shook my head.

"Oh, Charming, you should know by now that that won't be how this ends," I said, going up to him. He backed up into the wall and I shattered the egg on his head.

"Are you fucking kidding me," he exclaimed, I grinned. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into a hug, "C'mere, Princess," he said, as I struggled, trying to get away from him.

"No," I exclaimed, as he managed to put his head on my shoulder and I struggled. "I fucking hate you!"

"What the fuck is going on," we turned to look at the doorway to see Mom and Cynthia.

"Hey, Mom," I said, as Derek finally let me go and I gulped.

"Hey, Hannah."

"You two destroyed my kitchen," she said, we glanced at each other, before giving her shy smiles.

"Whoops?"

"Whoops?" Cynthia started laughing, shaking her head and left the kitchen, "How did this happen?"

"She started it," Derek said, pointing at me, I glared at him as he grinned.

"No, he started it."

"Why do you always have to do this when you cook together," she asked, we shrugged.

"It doesn't always," I answered, he snorted and shook his head.

"It kinda does," he said, going over to the counter. I glared at him as he looked around, "Where's the chocolate chips," he asked, glancing at me, I looked at the dining table and grabbed the bag. I opened it and poured them into the bowl, "Dude, that's plenty," he told me, I looked at him and continued pouring it in. "Carla!"

"Bite me," I said, there was a fourth of the bag of chocolate chips left as Mom shook her head.

"You two are cleaning this up," she said, and we nodded.

"That was the plan," I answered, and she rolled her eyes and left. I mixed the chocolate chips into the batter and Derek poured something in, changing the batter to look blue. I laughed, shaking my head, "Are we having blue chocolate chip cookies?"

Derek grinned and nodded, "Hell yeah," he said, I snorted and shook my head. We started getting them on to the pan and I put them in the oven, starting the timer. "Okay, where the hell do we even start with this?"

I shrugged, "I'll start on the table," I said, he nodded and grabbed the broom. I cleaned up all of the flour, wrappers, and got all the dirty dishes to the sink. Meanwhile, Derek swept up all of the flour and egg shells and also washed the spot where there was egg on the floor.

We looked at the pile of dishes then at each other, "I'll start on dishes," he told me, I nodded.

"I'm going to go get in the shower," I said, he nodded as I ran out of the kitchen. I ran up to my room, I went to my closet, grabbed some clothes, and ran into the bathroom. I started taking off my clothes when I caught a glimpse of myself, my black clothing was now white, my hair had white streaks and egg shells smashed into my hair. I couldn't help but start laughing and shook my head, before getting ready to get into the shower.

***

I went down into the kitchen to find Derek sitting at the table, my hair was back in a braid and I was in shorts and a tank top. "Hey, go get in the shower," I told him, he got up, "and don't go in my room, I already put clothes for you in the bathroom.

Derek laughed and nodded, "Don't eat the cookies without me," he told me, I shrugged as I sat on the counter.

"I make no promises," I answered, he rolled his eyes as he left the kitchen and I pulled up a story on my phone, starting to write.

***

The oven started going off and I jumped down from the counter, setting down my phone and turned off the timer. I grabbed two potholders and reached into the oven as Derek walked in wearing shorts and no shirts. I was doing my best not to look at him as I set one of the pans of cookies on the stove, before grabbing another the second pan. Derek grabbed a cookie from the first pan and started tossing it back and forth between his hands, "Hot."

"Put it down, moron," I told him, he glared at me as I rolled my eyes. "Don't be dumb and I won't call you a moron," I said, he rolled his eyes.

I started putting the cookies on a plate, "Why are you so mean to me," he asked, I scoffed, shaking my head.

"Cause you're being dumb," I said, he snorted and shook his head.

"What? Am I the nice one?"

I shrugged, "Nicer than me," I answered, grabbing the plate and leaving the kitchen. "Mom, Cynthia," I called, sitting on the couch, "cookies are done." Mom and Cynthia came out to us and Mom sat beside me as Cynthia sat on the recliner and Derek sat on the coffee table. "What's wrong," I asked, noticing that they were both upset.

Mom let out a shaky breath as Cynthia shook her head, "What happened," Derek asked, looking between the two.

"A Halloween prank went wrong, they scared a little girl," Mom said, Cynthia crossed her arms and shook her head. "She fell off the porch and hit her head," Mom finished, I swallowed hard as Derek's jaw dropped.

"Is she okay," we asked in unison, Cynthia shrugged.

"She had to get stitches, but beyond that it wasn't too bad," she said, I shook my head and crossed my arms.

"I hate people," Derek said, I nodded.

"Same."

Mom hugged me and I hugged her tightly and watched as Cynthia hugged Derek, "I love you both," Mom said, Derek and I snorted.

"Love you guys too," Derek said, I nodded.

"Love ya too," I said, as they pulled out of the hugs.

"You guys are dorks," Mom told us, I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Why are we dorks?"

"Blue chocolate chip cookies," Cynthia said, I looked at Derek and pointed at him, shaking my head.

"It was him!"