Europe's Most Wanted

Bad Cooking & Trust (CH4)

KAYLA'S P.O.V - ITALY, ROME - 8:00pm

Lauren seems pretty chill. If we weren't in this criminal plan, I'd probably be in her friend group. But what I wanted to know, could she cook?

I mean, all of us are pretty shit at cooking, especially Ryan, bless him. I mean I can make a damn good toastie but I cant make no roast chicken, thats for sure!

I was lounging on the couch after the commotion had went down. Lauren had went off somewhere with Luke. I would go and see what they're up to but honestly, Luke scares the shit out of me. Its actually pretty bad and slightly embarrassing! Everyone else is used to it, or else they're amazing at hiding their fear of him but I dunno he just gets in these moods where he'd be this close to killing you. Sometimes we cant even sleep on his bad nights.

I saw Cara walk into the room as she ran over and plopped onto the couch next to me as she stretched out and yawned.

"Ah girl, that Lauren seems lovely!" Cara exclaimed as she rubbed her hands together. "Yeah, shes cool." I smiled. "I think she'll fit in great. And her dogs are sooo cute!" Cara exclaimed again. I flinched. "Um, not a huge fan of dogs if you can remember." I half smiled. She looked down at my arm for a moment then back at me. "Oh yeah." She said.

Suddenly Daniel came in.

"Hows it going girls?" Daniel called out as he sat across from us on the other couch. "Good, wheres Ryan do y'know?" I asked him eagerly. "Eh, I think I just passed him attempting to make dinner. Yikes!" Daniel said as he clenched his teeth in nervousness. I let out a laugh at the thought of Ryan cooking again.

"I should go check on him before he burns down the place!" I half joked but I really meant it. I stood up and made my way towards the kitchen. I saw him struggling to open a bottle of salt. What a man.

"Need a hand?" I smirked as I leant against the doorway. He jumped and dropped the salt. "N-no!" He jumped. He looked at me and turned a little red. How cute!

"Yeah I could use a little help.." He said sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. I had now only noticed that he was wearing a little pink frilly apron. "Oh wow, you hunk!" I nearly choked with laughter as I leant on the counter for support.

"Ugh, whatever. I do not want fucking ketchup getting on my leather jacket." He sneered. I rolled my eyes and laughed again as I gently pushed him over so I could control the pan.

I face palmed myself. "What?" He asked, confused. I let out a breath and turned to him.

"You didnt even turn on the cooker." I said as I started chuckling.

"Oh." He said with a pout. He's so super cute when he pouts. I smirked at him as I turned on the cooker. "Dont worry, you'll get better at it." I said. "Like I got better at-" He started but then good 'ole Stuart walked in.

"Yo yo yo! How's dinner going? I'm starving!" He said as he tried to walk like a gangster. He sat at the island counter and to my disappointment I'm guessing he was here to stay until he got fed.

"Just started." I started chuckling again. Stuart nodded as his eyes suddenly widened.

"Ryan!! Oi, thats my apron!" Stuart exclaimed as he got up and ripped the apron off him. I started laughing hysterically as I fell to the ground. "Sorry Stu." Ryan said with a little smirk. "Hmmph, whatever." Stuart huffed as he put up his hand and left the kitchen.

Ryan looked down at me and started laughing himself as he extended out his arm. I took it and hopped back up and wiped away a few tears of laughter.