Someone Else's Fairytale (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 20: Someone Else's Horrible Blunder

Chapter 20: Someone Else's Horrible Blunder

As much as Terry and Peter didn't want to, they couldn't take off work on Monday to continue hanging out with the boys. Not like we'd be doing anything exciting. Just more or less of the same activities we had been doing. People liked to make life seem really exciting all of the time, but the truth was that it could be really boring. It could be exciting at times, but mostly it was normal, routine.

So, I was lounging in the kitchen, trying to figure out what to munch on for a pre-lunch snack when Kadence bounced in, literally. She was bouncing around the tile with an amount of energy that I wished I had. That girl was always bubbly and happy. I didn't understand it sometimes. No wait. All of the time. I didn't understand it all of the time. I would question what made her particularly hyper today, but I decided not to go down that road.

“Are you getting lunch?” Kadence chirped.

“Uh, well, I was going to get a sort of appetizer to lunch,” I said warily, watching her ponytail swing as she swayed back and forth on her feet.

“How about we just eat lunch together right now? The boys don't want to eat yet,” she shrugged, not bothered by the boys' lack of appetite. “I could make us some cheese quesadillas!”

“Sure.”

Kadence fist pumped and piled her arms high with supplies for quesadilla making. She dumped the tortillas, butter, and cheese on the counter next to the stove and turned on the burner. Loud thuds from the stair made us both turn to see the boys heading to the living room and congregating in front of the TV. Kadence sighed obnoxiously and put a skillet on the burner, giving me tortillas to start buttering.

“I wish I could find the right opportunity to kiss Zayn. He's killing me,” she groaned.

My gut twisted, but I chuckled uneasily and safely said, “Yeah.”

“I mean why does he have to be so attractive?” she sighed dramatically.

“I don't know,” I shrugged.

“Rhetorical question,” Kadence immediately waved her hand at me while keeping her eyes on Zayn.

“Here.”

I shoved the tortillas into her hands, and she placed them on the skillet. Sizzles rung in my ears, and steam rose from the hot surface.

“Smells so good,” Kadence murmured, sprinkling cheese onto the tortilla before putting another one on top to sandwich it together.

“You are a quesadilla expert,” I smiled.

Kadence looked over at me smugly and said, “I am, aren't I?”

I laughed lightly and leaned my back on the counter that way I could watch the boys and listen to Kadence. If I had thought by a slim chance that Kadence's feelings for Zayn had diminished, I was wrong. I blew a strand of hair onto my face and frowned as I stared off into space.

I wished that I could just have a chance with him. That's all I really wanted. I felt like if I just had a chance maybe we would be great together. Was I imagining all of the fun times that we had been having? Maybe I imagined all of the laughs and smiles and conversations. Maybe they weren't as wonderful as I remembered them. Maybe I enjoyed those moments more than Zayn had.

“Food's ready!”

Kadence's cheer brought me back, and I smiled fondly as she did a happy, little dance while putting the quesadillas on the table. She kept chattering as we ate our quesadillas. It was still a little early for lunch though, so the boys stayed in the living room, talking and half paying attention to the TV.