Shield of Love

Nursery (Claycy)

Clay's POV

PART THREE- A Claycy Oneshot.

Macy stuck her foot out, stoppering the door. "Why are you closing the door?"

"There's nothing to see in here..." I mumbled.

"Clay, its not like you're hiding a dead body in there-"

"Or are you?" Millie joked.

"Just open the door," Macy continued. "It's fine."

No its not.

"Fine," I sighed and pushed the door open. "Welcome to my room..."

"A.k.a the Nursery."

"Shut up, Millie."

The three of us stepped inside. I watched Macy as her eyes scanned the room, wondering what she was thinking. That I was a baby? Probably. I mean, I had stuffed animals on my bed, for goodness sake. (I...slept with them....to help me cope with the move. It takes a bit of time for me to get used to new places, okay?)

My crush opened her mouth to say something, then closed it. Then she did it again. And again.
She was stuck for words. Eventually, she just said,

"....What else is there to see?"

*****

After the tour of the house, we headed for the living room and played a few board games- Scrabble, Monopoly, etc. Then we just told Millie about what it was like to be a Knight. She drank it all in, spellbound.

"I've been badgering Mum and Dad about letting me go to Knight's Academy. I want to soooo bad! I even made a PowerPoint about it, pointing out all the benefits. I may come across as a girly-girl, what with my old Barbies sitting on my shelves, but I am a tomboy too."

"What did they say?" Macy asked. "It was soooo hard trying to persuade my Dad to let me fight. He wants me to be this pretty princess, who flounces around the garden in a hideous sparkly gown picking flowers, but I'm just not like that."

"Dads can be soooo annoying," Millie nodded.

"I second that," I spoke up from my beanbag chair. "And I'm soooo hungry. Its getting pretty late." I checked my watch. "6:30. Hey, how about I make dinner?" I hadn't actually cooked a proper meal before, but I'd watched Axl and Chef Éclair a few times. How hard could it be?

"Cool!" Macy grinned. "I'm hungry too, actually. What's on the menu?"

"Uh...." I had to think fast. "Um....roast chicken? With vegetables on the side?"

"Yum," Millie said. She actually liked vegetables. She and I were are one of the few children who do.

"C'mon, Macy," Millie tugged on Macy's arm. "I can show you the PowerPoint I made. You can use it on your Dad, if you like. We'll just have to edit it a bit."

Macy smiled. "Okay." Then she turned to me. "But I'll stay and help you Clay, if you like."

"Its fine," I foolishly said. "Chef Clay won't disappoint!"

"Okay. See you later!" The two girls ran out of the room.

I hurriedly tidied the games away and headed for the kitchen.
That was when I realised that I hadn't thought this through. At all.

Cooking was a precise thing (just ask Axl). You had to get just the right temperature when heating something- a few degrees too high, it burns. A few degrees too low, its undercooked.
And what if I didn't have the right ingredients?

Chef Clay was going to disappoint after all.

I decided that I was going to have to try anyway. I couldn't back out of a chance to impress Macy!

I yanked the fridge door open. Yes! We had a whole chicken- and carrots, broccoli and asparagus (A/n: Sorry, I'm not entirely sure what veggies go on a roast chicken. Also, I know next to nothing about cooking. XD).  I peered at the bench and spotted a few potatoes.

I started up the stove and began to boil the vegetables. I decided to boil them for 15 minutes, because it seemed about right. When that was done, I waited for them to cool before chopping them up (probably should've done that before boiling them...).

I decided to get started on the chicken. I lay some baking paper on a tray, and ripped the chicken packaging open. Shuddering, I grasped the slimy chicken and dropped it onto the tray. I then set the oven to 280 degrees Celcius, slipped my hands into oven mitts and slid the tray in. Then I chopped the vegetables and arranged them in a ring on a large, oval plate.
Feeling satisfied and kind of proud of myself, I sat on the sofa and read the newspaper, scanning for news of monster attacks.

20 minutes later, I was absorbed in a story about a hippo who had saved a little girl's life. I was just about to turn the page when I smelled something....

Burning.

Quickly ditching the Knighton Herald, I dashed into the kitchen, and noticed that the oven was on fire.

Wait. THE OVEN IS ON FIRE ?!?!?!?!?

I let out a little scream. Okay, a big scream. I was panicking, alright? Jeez...

"Clay...?" my Mum called. "Was that you?"

I didn't answer. I was too busy tearing the fire extinguisher off the wall, and aiming it at the rapidly-incinerating oven. I squeezed the handle.

PSSSSSSSHHHHHHH!

Eventually, I managed to kill the flames. I set the extinguisher down, panting, as everyone in the cottage came running.

"Clay? What's going on...." Mum spotted the oven.

"My word, what have you done?" Dad asked.

"Yikes," Millie cringed. "The oven looks like it was set on fire! ...Oh."

Trust Millie to figure out exactly what had happened. Macy didn't say anything- she just stood there, wearing the same expression as my parents.

The 'shocked and confused' face.

"Would you like to explain yourself?" Dad said in a stern voice.

I took a deep breath. Here goes....

A/n: The next part is on the way!