"Andrea..." Danny whined, tugging on the sleeve of my t-shirt. "Can I have some of the cookies that Brady brought?"
"No, Danny." I shot a glare at Brady from the corner of my eye. "God knows what he poisoned them with..." I murmured under my breath.
Danny stared at me curiously and tilted his head to the side. "What?" he asked.
"I said; no, it'll spoil your dinner... Which reminds me," I added, getting up from the couch. "The mac and cheese is probably ready."
"Want some help?" Seth offered, moving the pillow aside from his lap as he got ready to stand up.
I shook my head. "Nah, I'm fine. Thanks," I replied.
After moving the pot to a separate burner, I switched off the stove and started spooning the macaroni into four separate bowls. The sound of the kitchen door swinging open made me look up.
"Andy... No matter how many times you try to make my head explode with that glare of yours, it's not going to work." He smirked while leaning casually with his shoulder against the doorframe.
"What do you want, Brady?" I grumbled.
"My God... What did I tell you about the hostility? I'm just in here to help you," he drawled, pushing off the wall to walk towards me.
"I already told Seth that I didn't need any help."
"Right," he replied. "However, you did not tell me that you didn't need any help." Brady reached over me to grab the empty pot from the stove, placing it in the sink.
"Well, I'm telling you now. I don't need any help."
"Where are the forks?"
"You're such a pain in my ass."
"Where are the forks?" he repeated, more impatiently this time.
I sighed and clenched my jaw shut out of rage. "Drawer next to the dishwasher."
As I reached up towards the cabinet where we kept the extra napkins, Brady came over to where I was standing. He put the forks down and leaned against the countertop, crossing his arms. I raised an eyebrow and glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. "What?" I snapped.
He looked at me with a pensive look on his face. "Why're you sticking around here? I mean, I know you'll take any chance you can get to stare at this gorgeous face here, but..."
I scoffed and shot him a disgusted scowl. "You're sick in the mind, Hanson," I muttered, pushing past him towards the stove. "I'm sticking around because I don't trust you."
Brady shrugged carelessly. "Yeah. Whatever..." There was a short pause as he stared at the floor in deep thought. "Are you dating that Seth guy or something?"
"Or something," I replied nastily. "What's it matter to you, anyway?"
"It doesn't. I couldn't care less what you do, but it's a stupid idea, if you ask me." Brady took a step towards me, piercing into my eyes with his.
I looked down at the bowls of macaroni and cheese, somewhat intimidated by his stare although I refused to show it. "First of all, I didn't ask you. It's none of your business. And what do you know, anyway? Absolutely nothing."
