drabbles by me

burnt chicken nuggets

(While sitting in class I asked my friend to come up with something to write a short story about, and she said 'burnt chicken nuggets'. Its kinda rushed, but I hope you like it either way. <3)

The house smelled of the foul smell of burnt, and the only sound that echoed through the halls and bounced off the walls was the movie that played from the tv. The two people sat on the couch, layered in blankets. They had both fallen asleep to the movie and had no idea what was going on in the oven. One of them opened their eyes, just barely, as the crisp smell hit his nose, his eyes darted open.

"Oh crap!" I yelled, pushing the sleeping form off of him and getting up off the couch.

"What's wrong?" The girl asked, she was now sprawled out on the ground. But he didn't need to respond, because she could already smell it.

"Oh no! What are we going to eat now?" She winned, getting off the ground and turning down the blaring audio of the movie.

"I don't know," he mumbled, opening the oven, only for a puff of smoke to leap out at him.

"Ten dollars of chicken nuggets down that drain." She groaned, leaning on the cold, marble counter. He waved the smoke out of his face with the oven mitt on his hand as he pulled out the tray of black chicken nuggets.

"Geez, I need to light a candle in here. It smells awful." She said, walking over to a cabinet to grab a sugar cookie-scented candle and some matches.

"Should I heat up the leftovers?" He asked, turning his head to look at her as he smelled his shirt, which was now permanently tinted with the smell of burnt food.

"No, I'm not in the mood for leftover Mexican food." She complained, opening the fridge, holding tight onto the handles, and leaning back.

"You'll break the fridge doors doing that, y'know." He said, throwing away the parchment paper that the chicken nuggets laid on.

"I know," she replied.

"How about we make some pasta? It's so simple, the worst we can do is overboil it," he suggested.

"Yeah, sure. Let's do that." She said eagerly while pulling out a pot and walking over to the sink. "Let's hurry this up. I'm hungry." He laughed, hugging the girl before she could walk away from him.

"Okay! I'll start if you let go of me." She laughed heartily, gently shoving him away.

"I would have rather had chicken nuggets." He mumbled, taking a bit of the burnt pasta.
"I can't believe it stuck to the bottom and burned! Just because we forgot to stir it!" She yelled, not at him, but more at the burnt pasta that was looped around her fork.

"We should just order food next time. Actually cooking food is such a hassle." He said, starting to laugh at their mishaps. And she began to laugh along.

"Yeah, I guess so."