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(GIA'S POV)

"MY PANCAKE!" I yell, pointing at the mess with my spatula.

"Well, I mean, five second rule?" Zach tries to fix this situation, even though it's been more than five seconds.

Isn't it a three second rule?

"Wait," I speak, furrowing my eyebrows realizing that Zach was right in front of me.

"How'd you get in?!" I question, now making hand motions with the spatula in my hand.

"Well, as I mentioned that nice bathroom candle." Zach repeats himself to make the hint clearer.

"So to get this straight: you broke into my bathroom window and targeted my pancake with murderous intentions?" I ask for clarification.

"Well, broke in, are strong words." Zach counters, putting a hand behind his neck sheepishly.

"So are murderous intentions, but you didn't counter those." I remark, going to get some paper towels to clean the poor pancake.

Or what it was going to be.

"Don't worry, that pancake was probably poisoned." Zach tells me while taking the paper towels from my hands.

"Yes, only that one." I raise my eyebrows and look at him.

"I, technically, saved someone's life. You're welcome." Zach smiles and crouches down to clean up.

Crouching down as well, I grab the paper towels from him and pick up the pancake before he could do anything.

"Hey, that's not fair! My mess, I get to clean it." Zach remarks, trying to grab the mess from my hands.

"'That's not fair' says the boy who broke into my house." I recite, entertained (in a good way) by how ridiculous he sounds.

"Have an open mind, 'the boy who broke into my house' has a story."
Zach counters as I place the napkins into the trash, turning around to see him cleaning the remains.

Why does this sound how cleaning up a murder would sound like?

Well, napkins aren't exactly the ideal clean up utensil.

"Then what's your story?" I ask him as I head towards the sink.

"You locked me out." He answers with an innocent tone.

"Fascinating." I reply sarcastically, drying off my hands to continue the pancake making process.

"I WANNA MAKE THE PANCAKES!" Zach squeals, excitement surrounding his words as he notices what I was about to start-well, continue.

"Oh yeah, then I'll scare you and you drop the pancake. Just to switch it up." I offer with a smile.

"Sure, sounds like fun." Zach agrees, none of my words bothering him, thankfully.

"Where are the rest of the boys?" I ask as I go to the side of the counter, giving Zach some space to cook as he turns up the stove heat.

"Well, we placed a bet on who could get into the house first, everyone with a different plan." Zach explains as he pours batter into the pan, grinning.