Shit Happens [REWRITING SOON]

9. So Immature

'Singing la, la la la, que sera.'

-Justice Crew, Que Sera

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"Cake is ready!" I sang from the kitchen. Once the cake had finished cooking, I left Elle in the lounge area to finish decorating it the way she wished. Anything for a good prank, right?

"Yummy!" she cried as she flew into the kitchen. Her eyes widened in delight as she saw the big glob of sugar sitting on a plate in the middle of the table. I handed her a knife and fork and she immediately dug in, literally shoving it down a throat.

"Do I get any?" I asked.

"Blope," she answered, a mouth full of food, making it hard for me to distinguish what she was saying. I think she said, "nope."

"Ellie, I think your eyes are too big for your stomach," I sighed, sitting down opposite her.

She just shook her head. I sighed once more, and got up to go look for some utensils for myself. After having next to no sugar and fat lately, having that much junk food in the one spot sure made me desperate.

I snuck up behind Elle to try and get myself some sugar - stealth mode - but when I cautiously reached around her, my fork scratched the bare surface of the plate. "You...ate all that?"

She belched. "Yup."

I stared at her in disbelief. "If it weren't for the fact that you look like a girl and you have tits, anyone would mistake you for a guy with your huge appetite."

"Don't judge my titties," she said and grabbed then, waggling then up and down. I rolled my eyes.

"Gosh, Elle, you're so immature."

"Gosh, Elle, you're so immature," she mimicked in a high pitched version of what she thought was my voice.

"Fuck you."

"Jaycee! Be nice!" called Mom, rounding the corner into the kitchen.

"Sorry, Mom. Won't happen again," I replied, planting a kiss on her cheek.

"And, Jaycee, what is that godawful smell?"

"Uh, cake?"

"Yeah, she burnt it!" cried Elle's voice from the lounge area. I hadn't noticed she'd gone back to watching TV.

"You obviously still enjoyed it!" I called back.

"That was 'cause it was covered in ice cream and lollies and chocolate and cream and sugar!"

Mom shot me a glare. "Where'd you get all that junk food from?"

"Pulled it out of my ass," I deadpanned. I proceeded to run the tap so I could wash the dishes.

"Seriously, Jaycee."

"Okay, fine. I was planning on playing a prank on a kid at my school. I desperately needed Elle's help but she wouldn't do it unless I made a cake," I explained.

"And bought me a dress and a pair of converse!" added Elle.

"Yeah. But she bought the lollies and ice cream and chocolate and stuff," I said.

I expected Mom to get all angry and annoyed and parent-y and your-ground-for-the-rest-of-eternity and don't-even-think-about-it and pissed and shit, so I was surprised when she laughed.

Just laughed.

"You were so much like myself back in the day, Jaycee. Running around after people and pranking them," Mom said and laughed once more."I was so immature like you."