"Damnit Patrick!" I yell, picking up the mess he left in the kitchen. "How can you possibly make it look like a tornado ran through here by just cooking pancakes?" I feel something drop on my head, the slimy texture slowly travelling its way down my forehead.
"PATRICK!" I yell again. "Get your ass down here!"
"What do you possibly wa-oh" He cowers back with fear as I point to the mess that he made. Another, what I guess is an egg, drops on my head again, making a gooey sound.
"Yeah-" I wipe the egg of my head and throw it on the ground "-oh"
"Let me expl--"
"I mean how can you possibly make this big of a mess!"
"I was cookin-"
"You were suppose to cook pancakes! PANCAKES!"
"I didn't mea-"
"I would've at least expected you to burn yourself accidently but the kitchen ends up looking like a disaster! A DISASTER!"
"I got distra-"
"And you walk away from the mess?"
"Baby, I was tryin-"
"WHY WOULD YOU WALK AWAY FROM THE MESS YOU CREATED!"
"I..I'm so-"
"Then you expect me to clean it up"
"Dammit woman! Let me speak!" I give him the death glare and he takes a step back.
"Or... I could just let you speak while I clean up the mess I created?"
I grunt in response.
"I'll clean the entire thing up while you rest your pretty little feet on the couch"
I grunt again.
"I love you"
Another grunt.
"I'll buy you nutella"
"DEAL!"
"We didn't even make a deal..." He drifts off.
"You clean up the mess and buy me nutella. Sounds like a deal to me" I shrug my shoulders and go and sit down on the couch, turning on the television.
"I..alright.."
"Go on.. Get to cleaning. The kitchen isn't going to clean itself ya know" I give him a thumbs up with a big toothy grin.
Now it's his turn to grunt and begins getting out the cleaning supplies.
"Oh and Patrick?"
"Yeah?"
"Make it spotless. I wanna see my reflection"
He grunts again, with a little bit more force as I stifle a laugh.
"Patrick?" I call his name again, catching his attention.
"Yes?"
"I love you too" And with that, he smiled and started cleaning happily.
*******
After watching two hours of television, I go into the kitchen and see Patrick slumped up against the counter, sleeping with a mop in one hand and a broom in the other.
"Um.. wow." I say quietly.
"At least the place is clean" I mutter out.
I go to wake Patrick up but a short jolt of pain goes through my stomach.
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The life of Amanda Rae
Teen FictionAnd there he was. Looking right at me with an astonishment look on his face. His lips parted slightly, his face drained away with no color. His hazel eyes just staying focussed on my baby blue eyes. My face is drained, my hands are sweaty, and my...
