"I like to think I speak fluent interenet."
- Micheal Clifford, 5 seconds of summer
Please read the author's note at the end of the chapter!!! It's VERY important!!!!
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Chapter Fifteen: Sorry, I don't speak idiot
When I woke up the next morning, I was curled up in a lazy chair by the huge French windows in Jayden's living room with a blanket draped over me. I rubbed a hand over my eyes, blinking in the harsh sunlight. I could smell burnt toast as soon as I turned my head in the direction of the kitchen and I screwed my nose up at the harsh smell. Wrapping the blanket around my shoulders, I padded into the kitchen where I found Jayden wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and waving a tea cloth around below the smoke detector.
"What the hell is going on in here?" I asked, jumping out of the way as he continued his crazy dancing with the tea cloth.
"Sorry." Said Jayden, sounding breathless."I burst the toast."
"Yeah I can see that." I replied. "I can smell it too." Jayden let out a defeated sigh.
"In all honesty." He said, putting the two burnt pieces of toast down on the bench and turning to face me, "I don't know why I bothered. I've never been able to cook to save my life. I usually just order in."
"So why now?" I asked. Jayden shrugged.
"I felt bad about last night, so I thought I might give it another try." I grinned at him.
"That's sweet of you Jay, but I'd rather not die of food poisoning." Jayden scowled at me and dropped the tea towel on the floor in a huff.
"Well if you think you can do better, then by all means, go right ahead. The kitchens all yours."
Half an hour later and we were sitting out on Jayden's balcony eating scrambled eggs and bacon with hot coffee and perfectly cooked toast. Jayden hadn't looked up from his plate since I sat it down in front of him and I watched him in amusement as he gobbled down half his breakfast before I'd even picked up my fork.
"When was the last time you had a cooked meal?" I asked when he finally came up for air. Jayden sent me a sheepish smile.
"When I was at my parents house in December." My mouth fell open.
"December! And it's now July?" Jayden rubbed the back of his head.
"Yeah. I suck at cooking so I usually just order in or send Danny on a huge shop for frozen meals for one."
"You don't do your own shopping?" I asked, blinking at him. Jayden rolled his eyes and tried to steal a piece of my bacon. I rapped the back of his knuckled with my fork and he let out a rather girlish yelp.
"Well I can't excastly do my own shopping can I?" He asked, sticking his red finger in his mouth. "I can't walk from the car to a building without having people jump on me like a pact of paranas. I'd be dead in five seconds if I did my own shopping. I've never been food shopping." I was so shocked I didn't say anything for a while. So we sat in silence for a couple more minutes, me eating my breakfast and him eyeing my food when an idea popped into my head. I let out a yelp so loud Jayden almost dropped his plate.
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