Almost Sinder3lla

The Barbecue

Two weeks went by, Lucas wasn't hurt badly so it passed in one day. Becca and her family were coming over for dinner tonight. But Becca and Blake were coming in thirty minutes. I flickered my eyes open. I had been taking a nap, I had been really tired lately, and I really needed my sleep if I was going to get through the nice barbecue that was planned.

I got up slowly and looked around, trying to figure out what to wear. My eyes stopped on my black skinny jeans. I ran over and put them on. Then, looking around again, I found a nice red top that went with it, and put it on. I rushed over to my vanity and started to put my make-up on. Time went by faster than I could blink, because soon Becca's car drove into our drive-way. I smoothed my hair down and rushed downstairs. I was trying to make it before they got in the house, but I failed to arrive first. Blake looked up and smirked as I came rushing down the stairs. 

"Couldn't make it before I could?" he teased.

"I had a major issues to tend to." I responded, feeling smart.

"Now you have major issues to tend to in the kitchen." Heather said, smirking at me.

I rolled my eyes, and Blake sighed heavily. I could tell he was already getting annoyed of her, even though he didn't live with her even for a day. 

I smiled at him at hurried off to the kitchen.

"Hey, wait up Chloe, I'll help you." Blake hustled after me.

We both went in the kitchen together. Heather didn't like this idea of me having help, I could tell by the way she huffed heavily when he walked in after me.

"Chloe can do it herself, she's a big girl." Heather rejected.

"It's okay, I'm happy to supervise. She isn't big enough yet to be left alone." Blake smiled sweetly at her.

"No, no. You go have fun. This job only needs one person."

"I want to help all I can."

Heather didn't like to let him help me, but she couldn't reject his beautiful smile he was giving her.

Heather explained how to make the lunch, and left just the two of us in the kitchen. I started fixing the lunch, just how she had said. If I didn't make it her way, she'd make me go and do it again. 

I heard footsteps come up behind me, and then muscular arms wrapped around my waist and turned me to face him. I smiled and rolled my eyes. He was just so luring. I couldn't resist his eyes that were staring into mine.

"She's a cruel mother." He said softly.

"I know, but i want my dad to be happy. Right?" 

"Yeah, but... her?"

"Yep....that's my witch."

"No kidding. Are you really going to make this food with me standing right here, begging you for kisses?"

"Well... when you put it that way... Yes!"

"Oh come on."

"I have to do what she says."

"Is that why she picks on you? Because she knows that you will do what she says?"

"She doesn't just pick on me."

"Oh, really? I don't see Lucas in this kitchen."

"It's a lady's job."

"Oh, really? What else does she make you do? Yard work? Tile cleaning? That is a lady's job?"

"Okay, I admit... I do most of the work around here. But what else am I supposed to do? Just ignore her?"

"I don't know. I guess ignoring her might actually be the best sollution."