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Chapter 5 : Drunk Duck's Assault

"Oh my god! What happened here?" Greta asked and was stunned by the whole mess in the living room.

"You came early? Well, I guess I can explain what really happened here. I know I'll be fired because of all this chaos, but at least pay me for today," I rambled and Greta rushed towards Clark to examine him. My mind was racing through all the terrible thoughts. What if she asked me to pay for the damage? That bitter excuse of a Brownie would be clearly taking revenge.

But to my astonishment, Greta came and hugged me. "Oh, thank you honey. It was my fault, I assured you that Clark wouldn't do any harm. But he did, so I'm sorry. I never expected you to actually take great care of him."

"I'll take that as a compliment," I said and smiled smugly. I helped Greta with all the stuff scattered on the floor and all the while Clark was shut in his room. After spending some time cleaning the floor, I stretched myself and yawned. "Greta, I should get going. I'm soo hungry and tired!"

"You can stay over for dinner," Greta offered and I pretended to think. I couldn't deny such an offer and couldn't even accept it right then. My stomach was growling and I was tired of eating takeaways. I nodded to Greta and she disappeared into the kitchen. I was fiddling with the table cloth when the Cinderalla moment happened.

Clark glided down the stairs looking quite sober. It seemed that he took a shower because his smooth dark brown hair was wet and tousled. His hidden muscles evident under his plain, light, blue t-shirt (a lighter shade of Cinderella's gown). He wore sneakers instead of glass slippers. His glasses added a kind of a blend of mystery and cuteness to his manly look.

He ignored me and sat at the farthest corner of the table. Greta appeared from the kitchen and I got up to help her. After arranging the dishes on the table quickly, I sat down and helped myself. The aroma was mind blowing. I dumped load of food which was red sauce pasta on my plate and shoved the spoon into my mouth. OH. MY. GOD. I was in pure bliss.

"This tastes just like the food my mum cooks. How is it even possible? This is exactly my mum's style of cooking," I pointed out in astonishment and licked the spoon. This couldn't be real. "Greta, you have fantastic cooking skills, just like my mum's. I'm absolutely gobsmacked."

Greta looked amused and then she laughed. I glanced at Clark who was awkwardly eating his pasta, poking it with his fork. I poured the orange juice into my glass and sipped it.

Greta said, "There is a misunderstanding, honey. This food is not cooked by me, but by Clark."

"Oh really? Mamma Brownie, will you cook for me often?" To which he glared at me.

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After gobbling up the delicious food, I left their place. I went home and straightaway crashed on the bed. I slept for quite some time, but then I couldn't sleep anymore. I was constantly tossing and turning on the bed while contemplating on whether to just lie down or get up and have some more fun. I chose the latter.

I hopped out of the bed and threw on a denim jacket over my white t-shirt and black jeans. I ran a comb through my shoulder length, frizzy brown hair and took my backpack. Dad was probably at home working till late night over some case in the study room so I decided to not sneak out from the front door. I climbed out of my window and stood on the roof. I took the help of the nearby pipe, slid down like a slimy snail and landed on the the green grass with a soft thud.

On the streets while walking, my eyes met a plain white wall. This would be the most appropriate place for me to show my skills. I dug into my backpack and threw some spray paint bottles on the ground. I loved graffiti art. When I was a child, I once went through my brother's stuff and discovered a spray paint bottle. It immediately caught my attention and I started to paint and draw. At first, my parents and the entire town encouraged me because I was distracted from doing any mischief and was sincerely doing some great art. However, soon when I grew up, I started painting a lot on the walls.