Anyways, it's way past Thanksgiving, but here it is! Sorry for the long awaited chapter! It's long and descriptive, just like you guys like it. Since I was on a semi-hiatus for weeks (maybe even months), I wanted to get a chapter up ASAP. But still, I hope you liked it! For the next month, I will spend every bit of my time I have on writing, writing, and even more writing. I type slow too (65 wpm) so it's pretty excruciating. I have a dash of laziness in my personality, so that's why I don't keep up to my word. Other times, I'm 100% trustworthy if it isn't related to time. Sorry for the long A/N, so enjoy part one! Happy Holidays :)
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"There's another football game today," Jordan announced triumphantly. "I hope the vikings win!"
"Yeah, I agree," I replied. Even though I have no idea what he is talking about, I still had the odd urge to agree with him.
Thanksgiving was over- it was yesterday. We wanted to celebrate on that day, but Jordan begged us to watch some cheeky comedy with him and pull an all-nighter.
Unfortunately, Jordan also planned to take the turkey out of the oven yesterday night as well, but I think he forgot.
I think it's still in the oven.
"Did you take the turkey out of the oven?" I asked Jordan.
"I forgot," he smiled sheepishly.
Typical Jordan.
I paced over to the oven and stared at the unappealing sight of the burnt turkey before me.
My nose scrunched up almost immediately after I opened the oven. The smell of turkey guts invaded my nostrils as I quickly pulled it out of the oven.
It was burnt badly. The entire turkey was pitch black, with a few brown specks here and there. It was almost unrecognizable under the many layers of ash piled on top of it. It was oddly shaped along with some bumps along its back.
I'm starting to wonder if this is a baby camel or something.
Handling the turkey uneasily, I walked back to the living room and shoved it in Jordan's face.
He too had his nose scrunched up in disgust.
"Gosh, sometimes I wonder how Bennett does these things. Every time I cook something, it looks like I shoved some crap inside it or something."
I inwardly laughed at his childish choice of words.
Bennett strolled casually into the room and eyed the turkey incredulously.
"A turkey is the easiest thing to make and yet you still mess it up. Are you kidding me?" he spoke in his normal monotonous tone.
"It's not my fault I don't know how to roast a turkey. Teach me Benny!" Jordan whined annoyingly.
"No," he stated quickly. "I will make it for you."
"Fine," Jordan grumbled in defeat. "But give me money so I can bring Naomi to the grocery store to buy one!"
"Sure, whatever," Bennett muttered, handing Jordan a hundred dollar bill.
Jordan smirked as he yanked the money rapidly, attempting to run out of the house with it. Bennett's steel grip prevented Jordan from tugging it out of his grasp completely, making Jordan fall on his butt with the bill slowly fluttering down beside him, the two pieces torn in half.
"Isn't that illegal?" I asked Jordan. He gaped at the torn pieces and turned to me.
"Nah. The government won't care if a measly little bill goes missing!" He shrugged.
Bennett had one of his eyebrows perked up while handing Jordan another hundred dollar bill.
"Do you have to be so clumsy all the time?"
"At least I'm not as clumsy as you!" Jordan retorted.
Yeah right.
With his left eyebrow still perked up, Bennett pulled out a dagger from his pocket and looked like he was aiming it at Jordan.
But he didn't throw it at him.
He placed the dagger on the glass counter, and pulled out an apple, biting into it.
We both stared at him incredulously.
"What are you looking at?"
We speedily turned around and walked out the door.
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"Hey Naomi, do you need pickles to make a turkey?" Jordan asked uneasily.
I shot him a glare.
"Hey," Jordan said, eyes as wide as saucers. "I'm sorry that I don't know how to cook."
"It's okay." Jordan gave a crooked grin. "Plus, Bennett already knows how to cook," I added.
Gesturing for him to follow me to aisle 13 was surprisingly the most challenging thing I had to do today. He was mesmerized by the Chocolate Frogs up front.
"I used to read Harry Potter when I was a kid. It was amaze-balls!" Jordan said, continuing to goggle at them.
(SEMI HARRY POTTER SPOILER FROM BOOK 4)
"Yeah, I like that part when Harry asks Cho Chang to the Yule Ball," I smiled whole-heartedly. "She declined the request since she was already going with Cedric Diggory but it was still adorable nevertheless."
"I never knew you read Harry Potter!" exclaimed Jordan.
"Well now you do," I replied savagely.
Walking together side by side, we picked up a turkey, some gravy, and cranberry sauce. Jordan went to the bathroom and came out fleeing for his life. A beefy looking man in his 30s took long strides towards Jordan with an angry lady stumbling in her heels following close behind the strange man.
Speculating whether or not I should follow him, I heard Jordan panic and shout in fright.
"Help! This weird man is trying to kill me!" Jordan shouted, flailing his arms in the air.
I eventually decided to follow him.
Eventually, the man cornered Jordan in aisle 6.
"You just had to walk in on us in the middle of our make-out session didn't you!?" He said enraged.
"I'm s-sorry!" Jordan squeaked.
He tossed his hands in the air again and proceeded to put his hands over his heart moving up and down stupidly.
"I'm having a heart attack!" He yelled, pretending to gasp for air.
"Babe, do you think we should kick that _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _'s _ _ _ or leave him be?" said the blonde lady briefly with swollen lips.
"Let's do number two-
He was rudely interrupted by Jordan.
"Stop badgering me you _ _ _ _ _ _ _ !"
"I'm sorry, just let me be!" cried Jordan, emphasizing his 'pain' by clutching his shirt tightly, thrashing his legs around.
"Whatever. This punk isn't worth my time anyways," the man muttered, dragging the blonde lady close behind him.
"Nice acting skills, eh?" Jordan said, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Totally. Yeah, it's fine."
Together, we left the bewildered crowd stand there blinking stupidly as we exited the store.
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