Andrea Victoria
I woke up, my back and neck feeling sore. I opened my eyes and come face to face with a wooden floor with a pink blanket draped over me, I don't remember sleeping on the floor?
I stood up and stretched before looking around. Boards and more boards are surrounding me, then it hit me.
The idiot locked me in here!
I aimed at the door and rammed my self at it. You know... like in the movies, where the hostage/ hero broke the door down by ramming himself against the locked door and then.. BAM!?!? the door's down and finally he can escape.
But then, I seem to be forgetting something 'cause:
1) I'm not a hero and;
2) the door's not locked.
So there I found myself, lying face down on the floor -once again-, cursing Ethan for doing this to me, cursing the damn door, cursing my ninja skills, and last but not the least, cursing my stupidity😑.
I stood up before anyone can see me whispering to the floor and searched for my room.
"Where have you been? I'm starving." I heard someone say once I reached the end of the hallway. I turned to look at the source of the voice and see the one and only. Ethan -whatever his middle name is- Dolan.
"Cook for yourself." I said flatly, continuing to walk the long hallway.
"What?!" He asked, bewildered, "I've never cooked before, even my own mother never let me cook." His voice followed me.
"Psh! Yeah right. Your mother probably 'tried' to teach you how to cook like every mother would, but you're just too caught up to the thought that someone will always cook for you." I said before rolling my eyes. Looks like I will be rolling my eyes more often around this idiot.
"What kind of babysitter are you?"
"What kind of baby are you?" I countered back, stopping in my tracks and turn around to face him.
"Why don't you just cook and follow my orders?" He asked, tilting his head to the right as if mocking me.
"I don't take orders from you, you're not the one paying me."
"So it's all about the money? how much do you need to cook for me? or better, how much do you need to get out of my life?" I fumed with anger.
"I need a lot more than you think, and FYI, if I knew you would be the one I'm babysitting I should've declined the job and might as well live in the streets." With that I walked away.
"FYI! I'm not cooking as well!?" He yelled after me.
Who cares, I can last without food.
Nah, I'm kidding.
I have tootsie rolls in my suitcase😏
*3 HOURS LATER*
I am peacefully sketching in my room when I heard loud clattering coming from downstairs. I dropped everything on my bed and dashed downstairs to see what's happening. To my utter surprise, I saw Ethan wearing nothing but an apron -and sweatpants of course- covered in chocolate.
What a sight👅🍫
Anyways... He's holding a spatula and a mixing bowl.
Spatula and mixing bowl?
"Dude you use spatula for frying not for mixing." I said out loud leaning against the door frame, and I watched him jump in fright, dropping everything he's holding on the floor along with the mixing bowl and it's contents which looked like sand mixed with water and sprinkles.
