4 Bad Boys and 1 Girl #Wattys2016

Chicken Sandwiches take an hour to be made. Even after Gordon Ramsay's blessings

I drummed my fingers on the dining table, whistling and looking around and totally ignoring Michael who was seated at the couch and was glaring at me. I looked at the kitchen door through which Luke had gone half an hour before to make 'something special'. My eyes roamed around the house and they stared longingly at the front door beyond which lay my freedom. But the problem was Michael was sitting beside it and I swear his teeth would crack if he continues gritting them in that way. 

Why was he so angry anyway? Jerk.

I rolled my eyes and after some time they settled on a piece of painting hanging lopsided on the wall. I became so engrossed in the painting that I didn't hear the scraping sound of the chair as someone sat beside me. It was only when I saw a shade of green out of the corner of my eyes that I yelped in surprise as I saw Michael, sitting beside me and playing some game on his phone. I stared at him as the ropes tying my legs to the chair started making my skin itch.

"Why are you staring at me?" He looked up and asked in the most annoyed voice. How dare he?

"I didn't have a problem when you were glaring at me for the past half an hour! And now, when I have only stared at you, for like 5 seconds, you get a problem? How is that fair?" I threw up my hands in frustration.

"Ha ha, very funny." He said dryly and returned back to his phone. I tapped my fingers on the table as I gave an annoyed look towards the kitchen. What had happened to Luke? Had he made the dish wrong and was crying in the corner of the kitchen? The possibilities are endless.

"Michael?" I said slowly and he grunted in response. I took that as a signal to proceed and that I did.

"Please take me home." I said, very slowly and politely.

"No." Short reply followed by a grunt.

"Please Michael, please?" I tried again and the 'No' came out more louder this time.

15 mins later, I was forcefully and roughly shaking him by his arm ,trying to convince him to take me home, but was only showered by loud swearing as he tried to remove my fingers from his shirt that was obviously new and branded.

"Please! Michael! You must take me home! I order you!" I yelled at him as I shook him by his arm.

"Get off me! Get off me!" He tried to pry my fingers off.

"Tada!" We both turned towards the source of the sound and there he was. Luke was standing there with a white cloth tied around his head and holding a large plate like a waiter. I let go off Michael as he roughly snatched his hand away and Luke happily bounced towards the table. He kept the plate in front of us which was covered with a large round top, like the one in restaurants.

"Look what I made for you!" He clapped his hand together and I smiled up at him. He had taken almost an hour to make it so it must be something special.

"How will we know if you don't remove the cover?" Michael replied in a 'duh' tone and I glared at him for speaking like that. He obviously didn't even know how to boil water. Luke slowly removed the cover for a dramatic effect as my stomach let out a growl.

And there it was. The food that took almost an hour to make.

Chicken sandwiches.

My mouth hung open as I stared at the five sandwiches in front of me and then I looked up at Luke, who was waiting for some appreciation. I was about to open my mouth to say something when Michael spoke up, "Dude, that took you an hour to make?"

Luke removed the cloth from his forehead, wiped some non-existent sweat off his forehead and sat in front of us.

"Dude! Don't forget that was my first time in a kitchen. I spent half an hour taking blessings from Gordon Ramsay!" He said and I laughed a little at his words. He was funny, no doubt about it.

We ate the sandwiches in silence which was soon broken as Calum and Ashton descended down the stairs with heavy footsteps and literally jumped down the last three stairs when they saw food on the table.

"Why didn't you call us? Now there are only five sandwiches left!" Calum pointed an accusing finger at Luke who threw up his hands defensively.

"How many do you think that stomach of yours could accommodate?" Michael said and stuffed a large bite of sandwich in his mouth.

"Less than yours, Fatty!" Ashton said and I snorted as I took a bite. He sat down beside me and started munching on the sandwiches and so did Calum.

When we finished, Luke said, "Well, how were they?" with eyes twinkling with expectation.

"Disgusting." Michael got up from his chair  but I think I saw him licking his fingers as he went upstairs. I smiled but Luke looked down with a dejected face.

"Luke! The sandwiches were amazing. They were really special. Thank you." I said as I kept my hand on top of his and Ashton and Calum nodded in agreement. 

"We have some work to do. See ya later, Jenna!" They got up and started going towards the door, with Ashton slowly running his fingers along my nape that send shivers down my spine. Calum bent down towards my ear and said in a husky voice, "Don't miss me too much, princess." They went off with a chuckle as I stared at their backs for some moment.

When I turned my head, Luke was coming out of the kitchen, ruffling his hair. He looked so sexy when he did that.

Jenna, you don't call your kidnapper sexy, understood?

Yes, Ma'am.

His shirt was tight across his broad chest and the skinny jeans flaunted his long legs. His blue eyes were just so dreamy and his lips.......

"Are you done or should I give a pose from another angle?" I was shaken out of my thoughts with Luke's chuckle and color slowly started rising in my cheeks.

"You look so cute when you blush." He said which caused me to blush even more as he removed the ropes from my legs that were binding me to the chair. I stretched my legs as I got up to remove the numbness.

"There's a small pond nearby. Do you want to go out there?" He said and I nodded up at him eagerly. This was THE chance. I could go out. I will find a way to escape then. Yahoo!

"Don't even think of escaping because you won't be left unpunished." He said as he tied his shoe knots. There he goes again. Quiffy The Jerk.

"C'mon. " He took my hand as we went out the front door and the fresh air hit my face in a way puberty never hit me. I was going to be free at last.

Mom, Here I come.