What the hell?!

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Maxie's p.o.v

I boredly sat on the couch Channel surfing, my stomach rumbled as I stood and mixed pancake batter with water and sugar,and that's when the doorbell rung.

I stood walking tords the door opening it "mit- oh hi Is Mitchell here?" The blonde boy had a slight Irish accent and crooked teeth. I nod "in the shower"...

he nods and smiles as I walk in then continue to mix the batter, he peers over my shoulder and licks his lips "can I have some? There's no way a small girl like you can eat all that!" I smile "thank you for being so considering."

His cheeks flush "n-no I- uh I - I'm hungry." I laugh and nod as I put the mix in the sauce pan. he smiles as I put some on his plate grabbing 2 more. he digs in eating one in a bite. I look into the fridge

"hmm you- " "oh haha I know this 'you are a leprechaun' haha" I smile"you-" "shhh I get it" "if you'd let me finish id would say do you want a topping? There strawberries blueberries wip cream and so on."

"N wi d" I look up at him to see his mouth is stuffed and one is hinging from his bottom lip. "SAVE ONE FOR ME!" I jokingly scream and he looks through the stack for one he could possibly live without.

He handed me one that was half the size of the rest. " The lads don't cook for me anymore they say it's too much work." I smile taking a bite of my pancake

"I can see why! Your helping me with the next batch!" he nods and I hand him the bag of flower. he smiles and throughs a handful at me I look in the body length mirror and he somehow managed to cover me.

My hair is grew from it and my skin is pale, flower rests on my eyelashes like little snowflakes and I gape at him "your so childish" " it's part of my charm." He smiles at me as I cook the pancakes not noticing his arms on my waist.

"what the hell? "Mitchell's eyes are dark in anger and I'm confused. I follow his eyes to nialls arms as I gape. he pushes Niall out the door and he gasp "Mitch id never do what you think I did!"

Mitch slams the door in the poor lads face and I frown "WHAT THE HELL?!" "He was flirting with you." I clench my jaw " we were making pancakes. WHATS SO BAD ABOUT BLOODY PANCAKES?!" " YOU- you don't get it. your mine." I sigh and rub my face sighing in defeat

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⏰ Last updated: May 19, 2014 ⏰

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