Mrs All American

9

Blake's pov

I'm bored please come over
-Michael

I was feeling lazy after my run, so once I finished showering, I got out a pair of cropped joggers and a short sleeve midriff top. As I was about to slip into them, my phone buzzed with his text.  I rolled my eyes before replying to him.

But you live sooo far and I'm sooo lazy
-Blake

I set my phone down and proceeded to get changed anyway. If I was going to his house, I sure as hell wasn't changing my outfit anyway.

Just get over here he wrote back

Chuckling to myself, I told him if be there in five. After slipping on my top, I went into the bathroom where I blow dried my hair enough so it wasn't dripping wet. Then I tied it back into a cute messy bun and coated my lashes simply in mascara. Ever since we had gone shopping that day, mascara had become my best friend. I never realized that it actually works until I used it that day. As for the other stuff, I didn't bother with it since we would just be lounging around at his place. 

I slid my fully charged phone into my pants pocket before trudging downstairs. My feet jammed into my fuzzy pair of slippers that I kept by the bottom of the stairs. Then I headed straight for the door and walked to short distance to Michael's house.

As I was halfway across the lawn, it occurred to me that his parents may be home and they would most likely be displeased in my appearance. I was just about to turn back around and change when I heard Michael's voice from the window.

"Are you really taking this long to walk ten yards?" He groaned playfully. His fist rested against the side of his cheek as he stared down at me in boredom.

"Are you really watching me from the window?" I retorted just as sarcastically.

"Touché" he laughed and closed the window. I rolled my eyes and walked up the stairs where he met me at the front door. "You look lovely" he teased. I rolled my eyes teasingly and pushed my way passed him.

"What's that smell?" I asked as soon as I stepped foot inside. The house was seemingly quick, so I suspected his parents weren't home- thank god.

"What sme-" his sentence faded and was replaced by a look of sheer panic. "Shit" he muttered and made a mad dash for the kitchen. I slowly followed him and instantly started waving my hand in front of my face in a futile effort to clear the thick foggy smoke away.

"Michael what did you do?" I tried to laugh, but it came out as a cough from the smoke inhalation instead. There was a beeping sound, the smoke detector, that went off every other second, warning us to evacuate.

"I made breakfast" he remarked, grabbing a dishtowel and waving it in front of the alarm, trying to cease the beeping.

"Or tried to" I mumbled to myself as I inspected the but in food on the stove. Whatever it was, it was so black and burned that it was impossible to identify what it once was.

"I heard that" he scoffed and glared back at me. He had grabbed a stool was was now standing up on it as he reached to turn the smoke alarm off. Rolling my eyes, I turned back and gasped when I saw a flame had ignited on the stove.

"Oh my gosh" I gasped and instantly backed up. Michael muttered another curse word before jumping off the stool and running towards the sink to turn it on.

"What are you doing?" I yelled over the beeping. "You don't put a grease fire out with water" I scolded, only half teasing him since the severity of the situation was arising.