Bound to you. (a Peddie story)

Food fight

A/N - hey so i have dedicated this chapter to Cookiecohen - thanks for reading and commenting. This ones for you, hope you like it. 

Eddie's POV

Cake. We had to make cake. How do you even make cake? I know how to eat it, but make? I seriously can't believe Trudy was so stupid as to put me and Patricia in charge of making the cake for Alfie's birthday. He was going on about fireworks shooting out of the top and edible aliens and zombies made out of marzipan. I don't even know what marzipan is. He will be lucky if he gets an edible cake, let alone the decorations. I wonder if he will mind if we just make a sandwich and stick a candle in the top, I could paint some wicked cool aliens on the plate? Nah, Patricia would probably hit me for that idea. Best not to say anything about it.

We were stood over a bowl and some ingredients in the kitchen, looking clueless, CJ sat in her high chair watching us from the front room, somehow I think she knew what was happening, the wide grin on her face told me I was right. Patricia sighed and took some white power thing.

“I think we put this in first.” She said, tipping it onto some scales – not that she was actually reading the weight – until it read a very odd number that was way too much. Oh Well. Then she put it into a bowl – don’t you have to sieve that stuff? – which hit the plastic with such a force the powder was thrown back into my face.

“oops.” Patricia regards sarcastically.

“Oh it’s on girly.” I told her as I grabbed the sugar, pouring it over her head. The look on her face told me I was in trouble. She grabbed the jug of milk, pouring it over my head. “Just like old times, hey Yacker?” Then I took the remaining powder stuff – flour I think it was – and tipped it over her head along with the sugar.

“That all you got Kruger?” she asked, throwing the bag of flour over me, which stuck to the milk. It was seriously on now.

“Hell no.” I told her, grabbing an egg and splatting it on her head, she shrieked slightly as I laughed, I won.

“Oh this isn’t over.” She announced, walking to the other side of the kitchen, I had a bad feeling that I was in real trouble now. She grabbed the red icing from the counter near the sink and squirted it swiftly in my face, lucky we pre-made the icing. I grabbed the blue icing, making the same splatter on her face. CJ started to laugh at us, making us laugh too. It was all a show – Patricia put a massive wad of icing all down me. I did the same to her; two people can play that game. She gasped and I laughed again.

“Hey Yacker, you’ve uh… got something there” I told her, pointing at her chest, then I flicked her nose as she looked down. “Can’t believe you actually fell for that one!” I remarked.

“You’re gunna get it now Miller.” She went for the baby food – I can’t stand that stuff – and flicked a load at me.

Then victor walked in.

“What are you two doing in here!?!” he asked – more like shouted – at us. He knew exactly what we were doing, it was pretty obvious. “Get this cleaned up and go to your rooms!” Oops.