Halfway In Love (#Wattys2016)

9 - Oh shut up you gloating piece -

<Update : 01/07/16>

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Chapter 9 - Oh shut up you gloating piece -

"I can't believe it." Mom sniffed.

"Yeah me too either. Nothing's broken, nothing's burned down, there is no mess...." Dad said looking around the kitchen and mom smacked him on the head.

"I meant the fact that our daughter can cook."

"That too."

"Enough you two... it's time to taste it." I chuckled leading them into the kitchen. I pulled out the chairs, filled their glasses with water and then served them with my first attempt at cooking; pasta.

"I hope you're not crying because it tastes bad." I asked mom chuckling nervously, fidgeting with my fingers as I stood beside my parents. Mom shook her head. Dad spoke for her.

"No, it's because this is really good." He smiled at me and I swelled up with pride.

"What can I say? I'm a fast learner."

"My daughter's growing up." Mom sniffed again.

"It's a natural thing mom. Can't help it."

Anna called just as I was done with the dishes  and ready to hit the bed.

"I'm beat." Was the first thing I said.

"Well hello to you to lil' sister." She said and I could see her smiling into the phone.

"Yeah yeah whatever. This has been one hell of a weekend." I complained settling onto my bed and getting comfortable.

"I'm all ears."

".......so basically I started to learn to cook, babysat three monsters, hurt my asses off as I wrote the essays sitting for hours on end, my chemistry my homework still remains and the weekend's over and it's due tomorrow and I don't know what to do." I finished.

"Wow." She breathed.

"I know." I sighed tiredly. I looked at the clock, it was way past midnight but I didn't want to hang up anytime soon.

"Anyhoo, how does this super rich, super cool guy look like?" She asked. I had to rack my brain to figure who she was talking about.

"Who?" I asked puzzled.

"The guy who gave you your first kitchen lesson when aunt couldn't do in seventeen years." I heard the smirk in her voice.

"You mean Dave? And hey, it's for class project."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." She waved my protests off. "Tell me, is he hot?"

"I guess you could say that." I shrugged.

"How can you say that so casually? Wait, you can when you are Stephanie Jones." And I bet she rolled her eyes at the end.

"If you want I could send you a picture." I offered.

"What!? You have his picture. Maybe I was wrong about you being-"

"Only because," I cut her off, "Hugh insisted we take a selfie with all the food and the mess we had done."