Two Ways to Spell Blake

{Chapter 10}

When we get back to the house, it's around 6:00. I make everyone help put up the groceries. Even the guys. But I make them immediately stop when Aaron puts the milk in a cabinet.

"Do you keep your milk in a cabinet?" I ask him.

"No," he says sheepishly.

"Then why would you think we would?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Well...," his voice trails off.

I order them to keep Makenzi happy until Atlanta and I are done. When we are done, we get on the floor and play with Makenzi. The guys watch us, amused. Around 6:30, Matt walks in the door.

"Where have you been? I thought you went to get ice cream," I wonder.

"See, I went to get ice cream but I couldn't find any. So I went to the town over and they didn't have any either. I came back here and went to a different store and they had ice cream," he smiles.

"So where's the ice cream?" Atlanta asks.

"I forgot my wallet here," he hangs his head.

"I saw you grab it," I narrow my eyes.

"Fine, I didn't forget my wallet," he sighs.

"Then where's the ice cream?" Atlanta groans.

"I may or may not have ate it all," he mutters.

"Matt! Was it a whole tub of ice cream?" I question.

"Yes," he says and wipes the back of his mouth.

"You have an ice cream problem," I sigh.

Matt finally seems to notice the boys sitting on the couch and Makenzi.

"Pizza Palace dude, why are you at my house again?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Blayke invited us over," Blake says.

Okay, we might have made up but that didn't mean I was going to go with whatever he said.

"No, I didn't," I shake my head.

"Babe, you know you want me here," he smirks.

"Whoa!" Matt says.

Blake looks fearfully at him as he realizes he called me babe.

"You guys are dating!" Matt exclaims.

Blake looks shocked. I'm about to punch Matt.

"No," I say quickly.

"Then why did he call you babe?" he furrows his eyebrows.

"Because we're married," Blake smirks.

"Wait. Is he....that class....," Matt stutters.

I nod.

"What happened to his face?" Matt wonders.

"He got into a fight," I say quickly.

"With who?" Matt's eyes grow big.

"A Polish kid," I shrug.

"I don't know if I like my little sister hanging out with someone who gets in fights," Matt narrows his eyes.

Dylan, Aaron, Atlanta, and Blake bust out laughing.

"B, you can't hang out with yourself anymore," Atlanta says between giggles.

"What's going on?" Matt as thoroughly confused.

"I didn't get in a fight with a Polish kid," Blake laughs.