Serving Up Submission

Chapter 8

Hello, my Lovelies! Hopefully the picture attaches... if it does, that is the picture of the house we found! :) Enjoy!

*Sage's P.O.V*

"That one was my favorite!" Harry said, to literally every house that popped up on the screen. As we were reviewing the list of houses Jaycee made, we must have forgotten how much we liked each house. That was probably why we had such a long list of houses. While J was scrolling through all the houses, the first time, she added each one that we liked to her "liked houses". So by the time we decided to start looking over the ones we already had, we'd accumulated over 30 likes...

"Guys," J said breathily. "Can we take a break? We have been at this for-" she looked at the clock. "For THREE HOURS! And, I'm starting to get hungry again."

"No!" I detested. "We can't stop until we have found our house!"

"Sage, the houses aren't going to go anywhere," Harry said slowly.

"I know, but we just have to find a house!" I said, feeling helpless.

Jaycee moved closer to me on the couch and put her arm around my neck. "Sage, we will find one. And we'll find it soon. I know this might be hard, but I also know that all this looking will result in the perfect house," she said, comforting me.

She is right. Like always. "J, you're the best. Loves you."

"I loves you t-"

She was cut off by Harry interrupting loudly. "WHAT? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME THE MOST?!? Ugh, I'm hurt," he said, faking hurt by clutching his chest, falling off the couch, and writhing on the floor.

"I changed my mind," I said, as if I were a coldhearted bitch. Which, I guess I was. Just kidding.

"Well I guess I can just leave then. And if I leave, I'm taking the doughnuts," he said, hoping to change our minds.

"NO!" Jaycee and I screamed, simultaneously.

"Not the doughnuts!" I continued.

"Tell me you love me then!" He bargained.

"Alright, alright. I love your gay little ass." I paused for emphasis. "And your gay little doughnuts," I said, pushing his buttons.

"That's it!" he said, getting up from the floor. "I'm leaving and going somewhere that I'm wanted."

"Harry! You're not wanted anywhere! Plus, you have to help us finish looking for a house!" J whined. "Especially since you are the one that made me bookmark most of these. And, if you stay, I'll make lunch," Jaycee said, trying to bribe him to stay.

Harry hesitated, and then turned slowly on his heels to face us. "What kind of lunch?" he said, his stomach speaking for him.

"Well," J said, thinking. "I have stuff to make peanut butter and jelly, or lunch meat sandwiches, or tacos, or slo-"

"TACOS!" Harry screamed excitedly. "Okay, you have convinced me to stay. But, only because I like food. Not because I like you guys."

"TO THE KITCHEN!" Jaycee screamed, and put up her fist again, like she was flying.

Harry and I followed her, and when we got to the kitchen, she was already shoulder deep in the fridge, looking for the things she needed to make tacos. Harry, being an expert on tacos and the location of everything in Jaycee's kitchen, also began to make his way to the spice cabinet. I, however, cannot cook to save my life. Once, I was trying to make mac and cheese, and I burnt it. I FUCKING BURNT MAC AND CHEESE. HOW IN THE HELL DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN?! So, figuring that it was best for all of us if I just didn't help, I sat on the island in the middle of the kitchen.