Fall Back

Chapter 8

Did he just do that? All of these questions are rushing through my mind causing my eyebrows to furrow in confusion. He pulls away with his eyes widen in confusion but immediately puts on an emotionless expression. He suddenly speaks out, "so what were you saying again?" I can see a slight smirk appearing on his face as I realize that he kissed me to keep me from yelling at him. My nostrils flare once more as I furiously throw his stupid shirts at him, not even waiting for him to catch it, and just walked back down to the living room.

Once I make it downstairs, I launch for the kitchen, grab a towel, some Citrus Magic cleaner and began wiping down the counter till I've had enough and then I threw the towel down in frustration. I stand in the same spot for a few seconds before sighing, then picking up the poor towel that I seemed to be taking my anger out on. I carefully placed the towel back in it's place then left to my room.

Once I got to my room, I began organizing my closet by shades: dark to light. After I had placed my last dark clothing, before starting with the light ones, I hear the door open. I turn to see Andrew in my room. "why are you cleaning today? I thought that was only on Saturdays." I roll my eyes at his inconsiderate question; I ignored him and finally started organizing my lighter piece of clothings from the best looking color to the "eh" looking ones. He sighs, "So you're not going to talking to me?" Congrats Dr.Obvious.

I continue to organize my closet.

"ugh, this is so childish, you're like 22 acting 5, just speak to me." I can totally picture his usual annoyed expression planted on his face. When I turn to look at him, I'm met with the expression I painted in my head. "Oh, so NOW you want me to talk? why? so, you can just kiss me to shut me up? gosh, you can be so frustrating sometimes." And I thought the anger had left my system.
He chuckles as a look of realization crosses his face, "oh, you're mad because I kissed you?" I kept my mouth shut as he went on, "don't flatter yourself, Cowgirl, you're not the only girl I've kissed. You should be glad that you got the chance to feel these lips on yours. Most girls wouldn't even question my actions." I bitterly chuckle at his retort, "Well guess what? I'm not one of your hoochies."

He shakes his head, "don't take this out on Ashley, alright?" I roll my eyes in annoyance, "I'm not. I don't even know who Ashley is. All I know is that YOU stole a kiss from me." I finally get to my last piece of clothing. It was a bright pink dress that was tight in the chest and waist area then spread everywhere else, it stopped mid-thigh. I thought I left it home since I've only worn it once and it was like a year ago. "Why are you organizing your closet right now?" Why are you still in my room? is what I wanted to ask, but that was rude. "Because I was calming myself down. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to make dinner." I walked towards the door and opened the door for him to leave before me.

I look at the counter full of ingredients as the adrenaline kicked in, I'm always so excited when I'm about to make a meal. I look down again at the ingredients making sure I got everything; white, boneless chicken breasts (✓), Parmesan cheese (✓ ), vegetable oil ( ✓ ), unsalted butter (✓ ), Italian tomato sauce ( ✓ ), mozzarella cheese ( ✓ ), and lastly, the salt and black pepper.

Before I could grab anything, Andrew appears and looks at the full counter strangely before shaking his head, "um, my mother said she's joining us for dinner, so yeah. Just a heads up." He quickly disappears after that.

Well that was weird.

I really hope his mother isn't picky and likes this meal, I mean who doesn't like- my thoughts are interrupted by Andrew appearing once again, but this time he actually walks into the kitchen and eyes the ingredients...again, "What are you making?" I raise my eyebrows in surprise, "why are you suddenly so interested in what I'm making?" He sighs deeply, "maybe I'm just making sure you don't poison me after what I did earlier." I roll my eyes at his stupid remark, "O.M.G, why would I go through so much trouble, when I could just push you down the stairs." I grin and raise my eyebrows as he stares back in amusement. "Is that a threat?" he smirks and folds his hands across his chest. I throw a wink his way, "no, it's a promise." He laughs and man was it a great sight; the way his face lights up as a dimple comes to life on his left cheek, the way his laugh lines appear on his perfect face. I can't even lie to myself; he really is attractive. "Do you need help making dinner?" I smile and gesture for him to come my way.

An hour and a half later, Andrew sets three plates full of Chicken Parmesan with spaghetti on the side, which, may I say, looks and smells like heaven!

A few minutes after the plates were set, Andrew went and washed his hands. Thinking it was absolutely hilarious, he splattered the excess of water left on his hands at me. I let out a squeal before throwing a weak punch to his arm, "you're such a butt", I raised my arm to his head and purposely messed his hair up. He turned his attention to me as he grasps my wrist pulling me closer to him before bringing his mouth towards my ear causing my hairs to stick and a shiver to travel around my body. "Don't mess with my hair, little one", he pecked the top of my ear as my eyes widen at his action. Before I could react to his actions, I heard the door close as Andrew's mother cleared her throat and stared at us in suspicion, "what is going on here?"

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Question Of the Day: What did you eat today? If you keep reading, you'll figure out that I ate chicken parmesan lol.

Hey ya'll. I honestly hope ya'll liked this chapter! Anyone else LOVE the taste of Chicken Parmesan or is it just me?

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-O.A.