Strawberry Sweet

.Making Memories.

🍓Chapter Fourteen: Making Memories🍓

🍓Strawberry Sweet🍓

The sweet smell of strawberries cloud my senses bringing forth a once terrible nostalgia. Right now I'd describe it as... bittersweet.

"Holy hell, that smells good, Princess" Drake comments from the kitchen counter.

"Get off my counter! I cook food there" I smack his thigh with my flour covered hand.

"Alright, alright! Sheash" he hops off of my marble covered counter and wipes his jeans off.

"Always the grumpy one babe" he laughs.

"Always the whiny one" I shoot back.

"That hurts" he comments placing a hand over his heart "right here, princess"

I take the marvelous pie out of the scolding hot oven. "The pies done!" I squeal excitedly.

"Awesome, I'll get the plates!" Drake chirps up opening the cabinet.

"It has to cool off first, crack head" I laugh.

"Did you just..."

"Yep, crack head" he narrows his eyes into slits as I do the same. For a split second longer we share glares until he abruptly shoots up from the counter and runs after me.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

I run away from him with my hands up in the air.

"Give up, you're not going to win, Princess" he shouts behind me inching closer and closer to me with every passing second.

"Never!" I shout and pick up my pace. I shoot around the corner and into the basement door. I haven't been down there at all sense we moved in because of how scary and dangerous it looks... but what was I supposed to do?

I close the basement door behind me and stand at the top of the old, dusty stair case engulfed in darkness, my only source of light being the sunshine that peeks through the cracks in the door.

"Nichole..." Drake  calls out enticingly. "Come out, come out where ever you are" his creepy, haunted doll movie voice sends shivers up my spine.

I cover my mouth in hopes of quieting my loud ass breathing. His footsteps sound past the door.

I shift my weight from one foot to the other causing a creak to sound in the wooden stair case. The foot steps stop and walk right up to the door. I hold my breath for what seems like forever. Please don't find me, please don't find me, go away, go away.

His footsteps finally sound off again as they walk past the basement door. I let out the breath I was holding and open the door.

I peek my head out of the door frame to make sure the coast is clear. No Drake in sight. Make a break for it, Nichole.

I take a inconspicuous step outside of the door and tip toe around the corner looking over my shoulder.

I feel strong hands grab onto my waist causing me to face forward. I let out a gasp when my gaze is met with Drake's.

"Gotcha" he smirks. I try to push him away to once again regain freedom but to no avail when he pins me against the wall.

My breath hitches in my throats when he stares down at me and holds both of my arms above my head.

His breath tickles my neck as he leans down to my ear causing a shiver to erupt down my spine. "Take it back" he whisper into my ear.

I let out a giggle. "Never" I shout triumphantly.

It all happens to fast it takes me a second to process it before...

His fingers dig into my side tickling my to no end.

"S-stop! Please, I'm sorry. Stop!" I plead between laughs. "I take it back, you're not a crack head, I take it back!" I shout breathlessly. "I take it back"

"Not so fast, princess. You have to call me..." he looks away in thought. "master." he demands never releasing me from the tickles that enclose my waist.

"What? No way! I s-said I take it back, let me go!" I shout between laughs.

"What was that? Did I hear master-Drake in that sentence?" He asks while still tickling me.

"Okay- okay!"

"Say it" he warns.

"I take it back, M-master Drake" I mumble.

"What was that, love? You're going to have to speak up" he bends down to face me. He bites his lip "say my name"

A blush creeps across my face at his words. "M-master..." his lips come in contact with my collar bone stealing my vocabulary straight from my mouth.

"Say it" he whispers pulling away slightly. "Say my name"

"D-Drake" I peep. He smirks against my skin. Did... did he just... kiss my neck?

He brings his face back up to meet mine. "Come again? I didn't hear you, Blue eyes" he smirks.

"Drake?" A voice erupts from behind him. Drake moves away from me like he had just touched fire, releasing me from his grasp, revealing a very confused looking Tatiana.

"Tatiana, what are you doing here?" I ask with wide eyes.

"I was just coming to see you" she explains. "I see you're feeling better?" She asks.

"Yeah, much better... um, I made some pie. Do you want any?" I ask trying to change the subject.

"Absolutely!" She chirps up. "I brought over laffy taffys and sprite too"

"What?" I laugh. "Laffy taffys and sprite?" I look at her like she's crazy.

"Oh shut up, it helps when you're sick" she explains walking towards the kitchen. I give one last glance to a guilty looking Drake before walking into the kitchen with Tots.

What the fuck just happened?

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I sit at the table with tea in my mug and a weight on my shoulders. Drake kissed my neck. I sip on my coffee listening to Drake's moaning.

Okay that sounded bad.

"This pie is so good!" Tatiana groans like he's tasting a bit of heaven.

"You're a genius, Princess. This is the best thing I've ever tasted. I could kiss you!" Drake exclaims. Oh the irony.

"Thank you" I giggle and take another sip of my tea. "But it's my moms recipe actually, so I shouldn't be the one you thank"

"No way! Strawberry pie!" Ryan shouts excitedly. "I thought we lost the recipe" he takes out a small pie dish and places a slice of the warm pie on it.

I point to my head "it's all up here" I explain.

"Mmmm" he sighs out eating a piece. "Just like mamas" he smiles at me.

"You're not going to have any?" Drake asks curiously.

I look at the pie. I just don't think I could handle it. "I'm... not hungry at the moment. You guys have at it" I nod.

"You have no clue what you're missing" Ryan assures me.

Wouldn't I know the best out of everyone what I'm missing? Because every time I taste that pie... I miss my mom.