Oranges Under Construction. (ON HOLD. Sorry again D:)

Chapter 2.

It was Saturday now, two days before we move and Kyle is already here, Oh, did I mention it's 6:30 in the morning? When my eye's adjusted I saw him carrying a plate of food. 

"Breakfast in bed!" He shouted with the biggest grin on his face. I just had to laugh at his expression, it was priceless!

"Oh fudge yeah! Pancakes with faces on themmmm!" I said fully awake now. It was a huge pancake with whip cream hair, eyes with cherries on them, and a mouth made out of whip cream with chocolate chips all over. It was delicious! It might be something you see at ihop.

"Ahaha, why do you say fudge? And darn? Your almost sixteen. I think you can use cuss words." He asked.

"Because! Those words are for people who doesn't have a good vocabulary." I said matter-of-factly.

"'Who doesn't'? And your the one who says people who cuss have a bad vocabulary.. April, your somethin' else." He said shaking his head.

"Thanks for the breakfast- Wait a second!" I said Searching the room.

"What..?" He said confused, trying to figure out why I was searching.

"Wheres. The. Orange.?" I said looking at him sternly.

"I got you orange juice... isn't that good enough.?" He asked playfully.

I bet I gave him the weirdest and scariest looks of all, because he had the WTF look on his face.

"It IS a big deal thank you very much! Orange juice and Oranges are VERY different from eachother. How can I call you my best friend when you forget things like that?" I said frustrated, but he new I was teasing.

"Okay I'm sowwy. Will you ever forgive me?" He asked with puppy dog eyes.

"Well..If you make me another smiley pancake..." I said trailing off.

"Deal" He said smiling. While he made me another pancake I took a shower and got dressed in Jeans, fuzzy boots, and A orange and black striped t-shirt. If you ever wonder what my closet looks like, it's mostly orange shirts. You will rarely see me in any other color. Even with dresses.

I went out to the kitchen and sat at the bar.

"Hello, slave. Have you finished that pancake yet?" I asked tapping my fingers on the table.

"Yes I did." He said casually.

"Well.."  I said searching the kitchen. "Where is it?"

"Somewhere were you won't get it." He said crossing his arms.

"Oh dude seriously where is it?!" I asked whining.

"You have to forgive me first." He said chuckling.

"really.." I said frustraited. 

"If you want your pancake..then yes. But if you want me to keep him captive then..well that's your fault." 

"Fine, I except your apology about the orange. Now can I have my pancake!?" I said.

"Ahh, well on second thought, I forgot where it went.." He said stretching. 

"No you didn't! Now give it!" I said whining like a little kid.

"I have no clue where it is." He said rubbing his stomache. "Yum."

I gasped. "Wow! You ate it! I hate you." I said crossing my arms.

"I'm sorry." He said with no trace of forgivness.

"No." I said turning around so I wouldn't see him.

"I can give it back.." He said, I turned around again and saw him pretending to puke.