Knock, Knock

Chapter 6: Another One Bites the Dust

So I just want you guys to know that Bryce POVs will be pretty rare. We are back to May now, so yeah! Read on! Oh, and press on the photo to see May!!!

While Bryce mopes around, complaining about his ribs, I roll my eyes and hop off his bed, offering my hand to him. He glances at it before sighing and taking it. I pull him down the stairs into the kitchen where Carlie is taking out ingredients for cookies. Bryce squeals like a four year old and hops up onto a barstool. "Can we help?" I ask, sliding into the stool next to him. Carlie smirks. "As long as you promise not to burn the house down. I heard a lot of laughing and yelling. What were you guys doing?" She says as she grabs the flour. I grin victoriously as Bryce huffs. "I won a pillow fight. Bryce surrendered after I got a good whack at his ribs. Now he's a very sore loser." I announce. Bryce scowls and nudges me. "Ha, ha. You're so punny." He says, his voice robotic. Carlie gives me a high five.

         I grab the measuring cups from the cabinet by the microwave. Nothing here has changed. When I scoop some flour into a cup and hold it at eye level to make sure it's even, Bryce's hand comes up quick as a dart and whacks the bottom, causing flour to explode all over me. I let out a mix between a growl and scream and wipe my eyes. Bryce is laughing so hard that his blue eyes are brimming with tears. I turn and give him a sickly sweet smile, holding my arms out. His face pales as he realizes what I'm going to do. His smile is gone as I step towards him. "C'mon, Bryce. Give me a hug." I say, giggling like a madwoman. Bryce scrambles back to Carlie, but she shoves him towards me. I cackle as I wrap my arms around his torso. He struggles before sighing in defeat, putting his arms around my shoulders. "I hate you." He whispers in my ear. I grin and snuggle into his chest, making sure to get the flour well stuck to his clothes. "Love you too best friend." I say. Something I love about our friendship is that as soon as we become friends again, things aren't awkward. We're back to the exact way we were before. It's like we were never apart.

           I rinse off in the shower and shake out my clothes before putting them on and heading back downstairs. Carlie is repeatedly swatting Bryce with a spatula as he gives futile attempts at trying to grab a cookie. I saunter up and take one, shoving half of it in my mouth. Carlie doesn't even make a move to stop me. Bryce whines loudly. "How come she gets one?" He reaches again, only to have his fingers be assaulted by the spatula for what is probably the hundredth time. I smirk as I grab another cookie and Bryce turns towards me with an evil grin stretching across his face. I scream and run away with my cookie, but I am not fast enough. Arms lock around my waist and I scream again through my laughter. Bryce turns me around and tries to grab my cookie but I arch back and hold it far behind me. He reaches with one arm to take it while keeping a hold on my waist. I wail as he stuffs it in his mouth, despite the fact that there are like, 20 more cookies across the room. I shove at Bryce's chest, but he still won't let me go. "You're a jerk." I scold, and sulk. Bryce gives a crooked grin. "I know. But being a jerk is delicious." He licks his lips, teasing me, but I am trying not to stare at them. Suddenly, a cookie is pushed into my mouth. I nearly choke, but I chew the soft goodness before I can. What has happened, I realize, is that Carlie handed Bryce a cookie and he stuffed it in my mouth. He's such a turd. Sigh. But the cookie is mouth-wateringly savory. Bryce is now quiet so I look up at him. His eyes are searching my face, like I'm some complicated Math problem. "What's wrong? Did I miss some flour or something?" I touch my face, but I don't feel anything. Bryce shakes his head. "No it's- you're not wearing any makeup." He pokes my cheek and I flush red, feeling self-conscious. "Well, yeah," I say, tugging nervously at a lock of my hair, "I took it off in the shower. Do I look bad?" Bryce's face is very close to mine and he's still looking at me like he's solving my soul. Then his face lights up with a perfect, lopsided smile. "No, Maybers. You look beautiful."