Cuts

Ch 14. Stinky

(edit is shitty, dont see lol)

Stephie’s POV

How the heck can he pour all that ketchup on me? I’ll kill him! But what do I do to kill him?

I should probably go to his kitchen to find something to throw. It’s good that his parents aren’t at home.

His kitchen was as big as my bedroom. Now this is what you call a kitchen.

I got out a out big bowl and poured down everything liquid and sticky in it. Spaghetti, ketchup, barbeque sauce, butter, cheese, nutella and milk to fill it completely. I laughed at what was gonna happen when I will throw it on him. And I couldn’t wait.

I lifted the bowl and took it along with me upstairs. It was heavy but I couldn’t back off. I’m gonna teach the bitch a lesson.

I reached upstairs and put the bowl on the last step of the stair and checked rooms in a attempt to find him. I remember his room when I came here last time. I found him laying on his bed with his stomach up and eyes closed. Bingo!

I got the bowl and tiptoed in his room. I splashed all of the shit on him and he slowly opened his eyes. I was controlling my laughter.

"Burn bitch!" I yelled.

"What is this?" His voice was funnily breaking.

"What is this!" He shouted and that was when I started laughing a mad man.

"You look like a moving brown colored spaghetti that smells like milk. Oh my god!" I laughed.

"You wait!" He got up and neared me.

"Ew Harry! Stay away!" I shouted. I’m not getting any of that on my clothes. I’m already soaked in ketchup.

"Not a chance!" He evily laughed.

I started running downstairs. Lobo help me!

"Wait! I ain’t letting this go this time! You better watch out!" He chased me.

I tripped on my own feet at the last step of the staircase but he caught me by my hand, saving me. Or saving me to kill me himself?

"Who’s ready to be the spaghetti now?" He smirked.

"Harry I’m sorry.." I pleaded. "Please.."

"You really think I’m going to?" He rolled his eyes. Of course I don’t.

He pulled me into him and hugged me tightly and then rubbed his damn mop of curly hair in my face.

"You fucking stink! Leave me!" He pulled me tighter.

"Your hair are going in my mouth!" He threw his head back laughing.

"You suck Harry!" I groaned.

"And you stink." Enough of the idiotic humor.

"Still not done." He smirked. Did any another damn idea hit his idea?

"What more now? I’m already a stinky garbage bin!" I huffed.

"You’re going to be a wet garbage bin!" He laughed.

"What are you planni-"

He pulled me up by holding each of my legs in each of his hands. I screamed. My head was just about to hit the floor. I was totally hanging in air upside down. What the hell, am I as light as a feather or is he hulk?

"Harry put me down! I’m scared!" I covered my eyes with my hands. I already feel nauseated. "Harry I’m gonna vomit! Leave me!"

He was laughing the entire time.

He removed one of his hands and I was just hanging on one of his hands but they immediately gripped my waist and he held me in his arms.

"Harryy! You scared me!" I caught ahold of his sweatshirt, reaching closer to his stinky chest.

"Don’t blame me you started this." He was calm this time. The calm before the storm?

He started walking upwards holding me in his arms. A place I never want to leave but he should put me down. I was heavy.

"Where are you taking me?" He stayed silent.

"Harry?" I caught the opening of his shirt and some of his bare skin came in contact with my skin. My skin burned wherever he touched. My legs, my back, and my hand, everything was on fire until the fire cooled down when the water suddenly hit me. I shouted. What is he doing? He started laughing again. What is so funny? That I was completely lost before the damn water has to hit my face and burn everything.

The water was extremely cold. Way too cold for the month of November. He is a dumbass!

"Close the water! We’ll catch a cold! Stop it now! Stop the shower now!"

"No. No. No!" He showed off his dimples.

I looked up see his face as water slowly dripped from his nose and his hair got wet. He looked heavenly. God. He was so beautiful.

He looked down and for a split of a second our eyes met but I turned away from his heating gaze and focused on reaching the knob of the shower. He stepper away from it.

"Harry stop it! Enough! I’m all wet! Aren’t you satisfied?" I yelled at him. Wasn’t it enough?

"Fine." He came out of the shower, into the room and threw me on the bed. Literally threw me.

"Harry!" I yelled at him.

He came back and sat on the opposite side of the bed after shutting off the shower.

"Today was a hell."

"A stinky hell." I corrected and he laughed. It was a beautiful sound.

"So are we friends now?" He asked. He makes friends by asking?

""No. I hate you."

"I love you too." Do not say that.

"So we're cool?" He asked.

"After all this?" I motioned at my body with my hands.

"Like I did it.. you started this all!" He said. "Trust me I’m no better." And rolled his eyes.

"You’re even worse." I laughed.

"Don’t you make me start it again!"

"What? No-" I said. "Please! Enough shit for today."

"Yeah."

"Harry?" Someone’s voice caught both of us off guard. Both our heads turned together in the lady’s direction.

"Mom?" Oh my god.