Short Stories

Christmas Story 3

"Considering the fact that I'm an actual chef you won't be cheffing anything up better than me." I snatched the apron from him and put it on. He grumbled before picking up the bag of flour.

"You're bossy, it's always do this and do that and I'm better at this. I just met yo ass and you already on my nerves." He mumbled putting the flour in a bowl.

"Maybe if you did shit right I wouldn't be so worked up all the time. I mean what mechanic doesn't know I how to drive a car." I grabbed the measuring cups and started measuring out the flour he poured into the bowl. He stepped behind me and grabbed the sugar following my lead.

"It was your fucking fault, you don't know how to fucking drive grandpa." He glared taking the butter to a separate bowl.

"I'd rather be a grandpa then drive like I have the devil on my ass." I responded cracking the eggs into his butter and sugar mixture.

"We'll at least I'm not a liar." He stuck his tongue out at me.

"Says the guy with an garage shop and no license."

"Why do you think I don't have a license."

"Because they would never let anyone who drives like you onto the road." I smirked.

"Fuck you I've had my license since 16. And I have a prefect record."

"Tell my fuckingcar that." I sighed. I looked down at the perfect mixture.

"I couldn't believe it when your mother said you let him cook with- oh wow that's amazing." My dad looked down at the bowl. "You've always hated us being in the kitchen with you and now he's helped you make cookies." My dad said shocked.

"Oh yeah he uh, helps a lot." I looked down at the mixture then back to Angelo. He looked at me with a cocky smile.

"Hi I'm Angelo." He said turning to my dad with a handshake. "Carter's boyfriend."

"Nice to uh meet you. I don't want to be rude son, but where did you two meet?" My dad asked me. "He's not your normal type?"

"Is it the tattoos?" Angelo laughed softly. "It's a funny story, we actually got into a car crash and I'm an mechanic so I fixed his car. We hit it off from there." Angelo told the truth.

"Yeah he hit my car." I smiled. Angelo looked back at me with a glare. He wrapped his arms around my waist and tightly squeezed.

"Come on be honest, who hit who?" He looked at me with a sarcastic smile. I reached up and pinched his cheek hard.

"You my sunggy bear." I glared.

"Oh I think your memory is slipping my love muffin." He glared back.

"Okay well that's a lot of nicknames coming from you too." My dad broke into our heated moment. "Put this in the oven so Angelo can meet everyone."

"Okay Dad." I smiled taking the bowl over to the metal pans. I placed some parchment paper and together, me and Angelo rolled out the dough into little balls and placed them in the pans.

"Alright, I'm ready to lie to a whole group of people for a complete stranger." Angelo breathed out.

"Thank you if I didn't say it before." I said softly.

"Becoming nice huh?" He smirked.

"Oh fuck you." I glared storming away. Angelo quickly caught up to me and wrapped his arms around me. "Let go."

"No, boyfriend." He grinned. I went to yell out but was cut off.

"You two can't keep your hands off each other huh?" My cousin smirked in the doorway.  "Auntie told me she caught y'all kissing in the car."