14 dances and about a million kisses later, I finally break away to make our waffles. He comes up behind me again and kisses me on the neck.
"Conner," I say sternly. "If you don't leave me alone, I can't make you your waffles."
"Fine then gosh. I thought you loved me." He fakes a sniff and opens the fridge to get out the eggs for me. As I crack the eggs into a bowl, he goes into the pantry and digs around. As I stir the batter, I hear the microwave open, then close. Some buttons get pushed, and the microwave turns on.
"Conner, please stop putting things in my microwave."
"It's for an experiment."
"What is it this time?" I hear a pop and I groan. Oh no.
"Well, it was a starburst."
I prepare my self, and turn around, having just taken a spatula out of the drawer. The starburst had exploded, coating the inside of the microwave in an orange goo.
"I'm not cleaning that up," I say as I hand him the spatula.
He sighs. "I know. But first," he leans in, kissing me.
YOU ARE READING
Waffles and Starbursts
RomanceHe's on the football team, I'm in the library. He's a jock, I'm emo. I don't know why he loves me, but he does. ~~~my characters. Comments on how to fix it and/or change it are appreciated. Enjoy the story!!!~~~
