Red Velvet

Chapter 9

This chapter is dedicated to kfan (kfxinfinity) because I really like Kim Kardashian: Trapped In Her Own Game (2014 Wattys Winner). So all you Kardashian obsessed/ not obsessed classy kids. Go read it ;)

RECAP- It's been so long I don't remember. Kiddin. I do remember, but do you? Remember the time when Shimmer and Pierce set the kitchen on fire. When will Shim learn?

K let's go. Readdddd.

"Look on the brighter side- we didn't burn down the kitchen last night," Pierce says enthusiastically.

"The extinguisher saved us," I deadpan.

"Yes, that's what extinguishers are meant for genius. Regardless, the dinner was delectable."

"I had no role in its preparation whatsoever," I roll my eyes.

"But you did play an important role in today's breakfast," he offers.

"Seriously? You mean that?" I shoot him a look. "Because obviously, putting froot loops in milk is the toughest job in the world."

"It's a start," he chuckles. "You'll get there, eventually."

"Oh no, I'm not stepping foot in that kitchen again," I shake my head. "I warned you and now you've seen for yourself. I'm no good."

"Don't be that way," he tilts his head. "None of it was your fault."

I roughly hold out my freshly bandaged finger in front of him. "Really? Then how do you explain this?" I point at the bandage with my eyeballs.

"Like I said yesterday- I distracted you," the dimples disappear from his cheeks and for some reason this saddens me. Pierce should be smiling, he should be happy. He is so wonderful, he deserves it.

"I'll give it another shot today," I tell him with words infused with excitement, however fake it might be. He lightens up and I see the happiness where it belongs. It belongs with him. Each and every bit of him.

"You want me to pick something up for dinner?" I ask.

He shakes his head in negative. "If we need anything, I'll get it. No trouble."

I roll my eyes. "Pierce, I work at a grocery store. How much troublesome can it be for me to pick something up?"

"It's fine. I haven't got anything to do today. I'm just going over to Ryder's, we'll jam."

"No performance scheduled?"

"None, but I do have two tomorrow."

"That's good! Where does Ryder live?" I question.

"Manayunk, Philly."

"That's a long drive. You always drive up to Philly?"

"There's not much work here. In Philadelphia some cafe or hotel is always hiring bands like us."

"Then why don't just move there. Why live in River Crest?"

"High rents," he shrugs his shoulders.

Pierce's apartment is beautifully furnished; his closet is filled with clothes you would see in men's fashion magazine. None of this stuff comes cheap.

"You don't seem like the type who would worry about rent," I blurt out and immediately slap my hand over my mouth.

That came out entirely wrong. I've probably given him the 'I judge you when I see you' sort of impression. If it offends him, he is a complete gentleman about it.