Above is Shannon Miller everyone. I swear Sabrina Carpenter is a literal QUEEN.
I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. Oh, and waffles. Can't forget the waffles.
I groggily pushed my tangle of blonde hair out of my eyes, swinging my legs out of the couch I had fallen asleep on.
"When did you get home Gran-" I stopped short at the kitchen door when instead of Grandma and Abby, I was greeted by a shirtless Max.
"Wha - I said stupidly. Max rolled his eyes, his hair sticking up and messy.
Would it be weird if I said I liked this natural messy look?
"Morning to you too Princess." Max raised an eyebrow, tipping the bacon and eggs onto two separate plates.
I muttered a 'morning', and walked over to the fridge, pulling out orange juice and pouring two glasses.
I sat down gingerly at the table. Oh and by the way, I stopped in the bathroom on the way to wash up.
The smell was mouth watering, but I had a feeling it was somehow going to taste horrible. Call me biased, but based on my history with guys and cooking, well... Let's say my taste buds are lucky to be alive.
I stabbed a piece of bacon with my fork, bringing it to my mouth. Max was gulping all of his food down, but I knew better than to be fooled. My dad always ate his food like it was a feast fit for the queen when in reality his food tasted like roadkill. Sorry Dad, but it was the truth.
When I finally stuck the bacon in my mouth, I was surprised when it was actually good. And yes, I knew bacon and eggs were petty hard to mess up, but I witnessed my dad messing up toast.
Yes, toast.
He somehow managed to set the smoke alarm off while making it too, and that was the day Mum banned him from the kitchen. But that didn't stop him from somehow convincing Mum to give him another chance and help cook every Christmas.
It was ridiculous how my dad could flirt his way into getting whatever he wanted out of Mum if he really wanted to. Oh and by the way, they were both forty seven. So it was kinda gross.
Needless to say, it became a tradition of ours to order pizza and have ice cream for my mother and I while watching a bunch of movies when Dad messed the food up again.
Dad refused to have the pizza we ordered and insisted on eating the burnt to the crisp roast potatoes and chunky gravy.
Everything else that he attempted to cook usually ended up so charred even he couldn't insist on eating it.
He still watched the movies with us, constantly trying to get Mum and I to try just one mouthful.
The first time Lila tried Dad's food when she was two, she started crying at the bad taste. I smiled at the memory.
Holy crap. I could recall a memory with Lila without breaking down. Now that was huge progress.
"Earth to Princess?" Max waved a hand in front of my face, and I realized I had zoned out.
"This is good." I said, surprised at the savory taste.
"Uh-huh. I should hope so, my mum forced me to learn how to cook for 3 years to prepare for my girlfriend. She said a bunch of stuff about nothing being hotter than a guy knowing how to cook." he rolled his eyes as I laughed, reaching for a waffle.
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Beach Days
Teen Fiction"Trouble just seems to follow you around, Max." "Trust me, you don't know the half of it." Meet Shannon Miller. She juggles school and work, keeping her busier than ever, but that's how she likes it ... especially after what happened a year back. W...
