Amour (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3. ~ Meaghan

Chapter Three. ~ Meaghan

"How are we supposed to have a party at four in the afternoon?" I asked, while I sat on the bar stool in the kitchen, using the island to spin myself around.

"Isn't it obvious? We have it later." Kira said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. She was on the other side of me, doing the same thing. If anyone were to walk in on us, they would think we were mental vegetables. But honestly, we were just having a competition of who could spin the fasted -I was clearly winning.

"That might be true, but what will we do in the meantime? We clearly are bored." I said, slowing myself down, in hopes of clearing my vision a bit.

"Oh yeah, about that.." Kira said, slowing herself down until she stopped and grabbed onto the counter. I stopped myself too, and gave her a look. The tell-me-before-I-do-something-you'll-regret look. She rolled her eyes at me before looking down to her bare, well manicured toes.

"I kinda invited the boys for dinner tonight." She said, so fast and so quiet I barely didn't hear it. Barely.

"Good luck cooking for seven people." I said. I knew she was somehow going to turn it around so I was the one cooking -at least that's what happens every other time- but it was always funny watching her come up with an excuse as to why she couldn't. I knew the reason well though. Kira couldn't cook. Her skills barely allowed her to be able to put the right amount of milk into her cereal.

"Actually, eight people. Liam's bringing Dani." She said, as if I should have known all along.

"I thought that the band only had five guys?" I said, cocking my head to the side a bit. Kira brought her palm up to her forehead, and took in a giant breath.

"Dani is short for Danielle. And Danielle is Liam's girlfriend." She said, her eyes still closed. She was talking to me like she was a teacher not able to teach the simplest thing to her student, but Kira has never taught me anything, so I didn't have a clue.

"Well, have fun cooking for eight people." I said with a smirk, as I got off of the bar stool and walked over to the fridge. I poured myself a glass of water while waiting to hear what Kira had to say.

"Meaghan, I can't cook for shit. Can't you do it?" I took a sip of my water, pretending to ponder over the idea. The look on her face was hilarious, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Fine, but what should I make? How about soup?" I asked. Soup was always my go-to meal, it was easy and fed how ever many people you wanted it to.

"No!" Kira screeched, looking at me like I was a potato. "Liam doesn't use spoons. Not in public at least."

I gave her a funny look, what normal person has a phobia of spoons? Earlier I would say Liam was the most normal out of the group. While all of the other boys were goofing off, Liam stayed cool and collected. And when it got to out of hand, he was the one to calm them all down.

"Think of something else, Ms. Rice." Kira said, turning her attention back down to her toes. She looked back up at me, the light bulb in her head has probably just dinged. "Why don't you just make rice? Everyone loves rice, and you don't need a spoon for it!"

"Just a giant pot of rice?" I asked. This actually wasn't a bad idea, it wasn't to hard to make, and it was safe for Liam.

"Just a giant pot of rice." Kira responded.

I started making the dinner, pulling out a pot, and starting to boil some water while Kira went and sat on the couch. She sat with a bag of chips, her attention turned to me while I turned on the stove. Once our dinner was ready, I put a lid over it so it would stay hot, and turned my attention over to Kira.