The Voice behind the Violin

The Explosion Of Mountain Obvious

Hola Amigos and Amigas! We are the Enchiladas and we're here to tell you that here's chapter 7 ,but the sad thing is someone stole my brother's ipod.

If you're reading this bless you because I think stealing is wrong and mean, so just bless your soul and go to church, but I bet there's a reason for your stealing but it was still meannn of you.

BLESS EVERYONE'S SOUL

HERE'S THE SEVENTH CHAPTER OF TVBTV!!!!

~The Enchiladas a.k.a thedangerouslivingroom

Chapter 7----------------------

{Megan}

I woke up to the smell of burnt orange juice. Hhhmmm...I thought to myself...wait a minute....how on earth can orange juice get burned..? And that’s when I started to think;

“Chris is here! He’s making breakfast??!! Oh my --!” I rush downstairs to the kitchen only to find a big ball of mess. The microwave was half open and some reddish brown substance was bubbling hot, the stove was charcoal black and bowls filled with pancake mix were scattered on the counter. Who am I kidding! This place is a mess!!!

“Good morning squirt! Made some breakfast...this isn’t hot chocolate...” He said as he held the mug filled with reddish brown substance from the microwave. “Where is mom?!” I ask rather terrified. I mean, if she sees this, she would just freak out. She loves her kitchen more than anything else!! Aaahh

“She’s with her friends remember?? And I promised to take care of you while she’s gone. I’m taking you out later remember???” He looks at me waving his hands in front of my face.

“Is that burnt orange juice?” I ask as I point to the far corner of the stove where a carton of orange juice was beside a glass of the same substance; but it was darker and it smelled awful. “Yeah it is. It was an accident. How was your sleep?” He turns back to me as if nothing happened and it was normal for juice to get burned.

“This place is a mess. I can’t believe your college; 18 years old and you still don’t know how to cook a proper meal!” I scolded at him and he glared at me. “At least I tried stupid, and speaking of which, you look like a mess too.” I glared back before I looked at myself; my hair looked like a bird’s nest and there were still dirt in my eyes. My jammies made me look like a hobo because they were kinda loose. I prefer to sleep in loose clothing because it’s more comfortable; no offense.

“I look...fine.” I finish the statement in a matter-of-factly tone. Chris smirks and I stick my tongue out at him. “Clean up this mess, I’ll be back and cook us a proper breakfast.” I say as I head for my room to freshen up.

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“So where are you taking me?” I ask Chris through bites of bacon and eggs. After the small catastrophe, I decided to cook some bacon and eggs while we drink milk from the fridge. And that my friend, is what you call a proper meal.

“I told you- it’s a surprise. I don’t want to ruin it.” He smirks and continues eating. “Aaaaggghhh..!! I hate you.” I shout and toss him some bacon which he caught with his mouth. How did he do that??? “You can’t hate me, you wove me.” He says and laughs. I was about to strangle him when there was a ring on the doorbell.

“Expecting someone?” Chris asks. “Nope. Not really...” I say as I walk to the door only to find myself staring at Jason and his mesmerizing blue eyes. “Hey watcha doing here?” I ask him. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a black shirt that fitted him finely. I look back at him in the face. Thank God he didn’t catch me staring. “Well, I wanted to ask if you want to watch a movie or something...” He looked down at the floor mat that says “welcome”. Was that a blush I saw...?! “Isn’t it too early for a movie?” I smirk at him and he was about to say something when I heard another voice fast approaching.