Someone New, Someone True: Book One

Chapter 4 ~ Kitchen Disaster

I woke up crying yet again. I think it's because my dream ends with me crying. I mean, it is my dream wedding.

Haha, get it? No? Okay.

Anyway, Kaden was a bit worried about me when he saw my tears until I explained my dream to him.

I just didn't tell him that the chest of the man that I was getting married to looked familiar.

Way too familiar. I've seen the chest before, but I don't know where from.

We both got out of bed, and Kaden grabbed his clothes and went to the bathroom to change.

While he was changing, I made the couch/bed. After he finished changing, we alternated.

Jazz was still sleeping, so that means Kaden and I can have time to catch up in peace.

"Kaden?"

"Yeah?" He looked up from folding the blankets.

"Wanna make breakfast together?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure,"

I smiled, and he smiled back. We then started getting the ingredients for pancakes. And I'm not joking when I say that Jazlynne has ingredients for almost every recipe you could think of.

It's ridiculous. But it does come in handy at times.

After gathering all the ingredients, we started to coom the pancakes. It was a really fun experience, actually. At one point, we accidentally burned a pancake and made a fire with it.

"Kaden! Burn it out!" I screamed and laughed.

"I'm trying!" He laughed too, but it was also a scream.

I'm surprised that Jazz didn’t wake up from our screaming.

Kaden took off his shirt to see if that would burn out the fire, but it made it worse. So then he jokingly tried to force my shirt off.

We were both laughing so hard. "Kaden! If your shirt made the fire worse, that means my shirt will make it even worse!" I said.

In the end, my shirt was burned to a crisp, I was left in my bra, Kaden's almost 8 pack was hard not to look at, and the fire alarm was screaming and yelling for it's life.

The whole apartment was filled with smoke, and Kaden and I didn't have a shirt to keep up from breathing it in.

"Kaden, go wake up, Jazz!" I told him, and he just nodded. 2 minutes later, Jazz was with us watching the pan we were cooking with, turning to ashes and half the kitchen, also turning into ashes.

"Did you call 911?" She asked. Kaden and I burst out in laughter, and she does, too.

"This so isn't funny," Jazz said.

"Yeah, it's not," Kaden said.

"Then, why are we laughing our asses off?" I asked, and we started laughing again.

Kaden grabbed my phone and dialed 911 while we were laughing. 20 minutes later, the firefighters came and took out the fire. Then, 5 minutes later, paramedics came to check for any injuries.

We were fine, I'm not too sure about our lungs, though. We breathed in a lot of the smoke, laughing.

It was a very funny and dangerous situation, in my defense. It was hard not to laugh. I mean, sure, it was scary and dangerous, but still funny.

After all that, Jazz and I moved in with Kaden I to his house. I forgot to mention that he's a doctor. And that he lives in Texas while Jazz and I live in New York.

It was a fun trip, nevertheless. Jazz fell asleep multiple times and only woke up for food. That girl loves her food. She's a total foodie. But I still love her anyway.

And I mean, I didn’t mind her sleeping head on my shoulder. It meant that Kaden and I had more time to talk alone.

But what I did mind was that the girl sitting next to Kaden on the plane kept cutting me off when I was trying to speak to him, flirting with him, and trying to undress him.

I'm not kidding. She kept trying to take his jacket off, and when she succeeded, she tried to take his shirt off.

I mean, sure, he's hot. Like really hot. Super hot. His messy brown hair is hot. His beautiful blue eyes are hot. His perfectly tanned-Texan skin is hot. Everything about him is hot.

So hot that I feel like I need to take off my jacket and shirt and pants and -

OH MY GOD, what am I thinking? I can't think that! I really can't think that. He's my best friend. Plus, he probably has a girlfriend already with those good looks.

And I just broke up with the love of my life. I can't fall in love again so quickly. What if he breaks my heart?

I won't be able to handle that. The last one was already big enough.

Why feelings? Why him? Why now? Why ever?

"Ma'am! Please stop! This is getting ridiculous." I heard Kaden say,"Excuse me? Flight Attendant? Can I move seats? This girl is bothering me."

"Yes, of course. We have a free seat in first class, and I can upgrade you up there." The flight Attendant said.

"No, that's not necessary. I'll just switch seats with my sister." He said.

"Okay, that's fine." Said the flight Attendant.

Kaden then moved Jazz to his seat and sat next to me. "Hi!" He said breathlessly, looking at me.

"Hey," I said back, and for some weird reason, I started to play with his hair, and he didn't stop me.

"God, that girl was so annoying. I felt like the world was about to open up beneath me." He said next, and I laughed.

"You looked so scared." I said laughing.

"Shut up."

I laughed even more.

I rested my head on his shoulder, starting to get a bit tired.

"Is it hot or cold in Texas?" I asked.

"Hot."

"Does it snow during winter?"

"Once in a blue moon." He responded.

"Do you like it there?" I asked another question.

"Yeah, despite its constant heat waves and such, it has its own beautiful things.  Like, on March 2nd, we celebrated Texas Independence Day."

"Hmm." My eyes started to flutter shut.

Kaden then put my head on his shoulder and his arms around me. That's really the last thing I remember.

Actually, the last thing I remember was the dream. And it showed the groom's chest and a bit of his throat.

Why do they look so similar?