~Late Night Snack~
I find myself unable to sleep, craving chocolate. I search the kitchen and come up empty handed. Dad was still gone and Reed was in his room asleep.
I try to ignore the growing need in my stomach. When I can't take it anymore I slip a jacket on and my shoes and head outside. To my surprise Maddox was home, he normally went out.
I walk over and knock on the door. His brownies were kind of like drugs to me. He answers the door, like he just woke up.
"Oh good you're awake." I say proudly that I had woken him up.
"Shortcake it's in the middle of the night, everything okay?" He asks groggily rubbing his eyes.
"Well you see I have this problem. And you're the only one who can fix it." He suddenly looks more alert now.
"And what might that be?" He asks.
"Well you see I'm in need of a late night snack. Except we don't have anything good. So I was hoping you could whip me up so brownies."
"You woke me up for some brownies?" He sighs.
"Yes."
"Fine. Come in, just be quiet, my parents are asleep." He steps to the side and lets me enter. His house was much nicer than mine, cleaned, probably because there wasn't a twelve year old who treated the whole house like his bedroom.
I follow him into his kitchen. He motions for me to sit down. Sitting at the counter I watch as he gets everything out.
I watch as he carefully mixes everything. "Don't you think you should go ahead and preheat the oven?" I ask.
"I'm the expert here." He rolls his eyes. Once he finishes he finally preheats the over.
"You should have preheated the oven first." I mumble. This earns me a glare from him.
"Again, I'm the expert here." He says sitting beside me.
"All I'm saying is, it's gonna take longer now."
"Maybe I did it on purpose." He shrugs.
"Why would you do it on purpose?" I frown at him.
"Maybe that way you'd have to stay here longer." He smirks when I realize that he was right.
"That's just rude."
"But it's not rude that you come banging on my door for a late night snack?" He chuckles.
"I didn't bang, I knocked." I correct him.
"Same thing."
"Why are you even home anyways? Don't you like go and party everyday?" I ask.
"Wasn't feeling it today." The oven beeps and he puts the pan in the oven and sets a timer.
"Thirty minutes?" I ask in disbelief.
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His Shortcake
Teen FictionTatum Ryland, has been through a lot. Her mother left, her father is always gone to work trying to provide for her and her brother Reed. The last thing Tate wants is to have to deal with a teenage boy full of hormones. Maddox Young, notorious bad-b...
