Munchkin

•Thirty Five•

I sigh, placing my hand on the now fogged up window. It's now Saturday and it's been raining literally all day. We all had plans to swim today, well, I did but we were all just gonna hang out at the pool for the day.

A familiar scent engulfs me and I lean into their chest getting accompanied to their touch. Ever since yesterday, it's like Jace and I are inseparable. We spent all day yesterday just talking. TALKING. About literally everything and anything.

It was fun.

But I don't know if it was the part that he called me special or if it was just a slight restriction was lifted from the both of us yesterday that caused us to become like this.

Because literally, we've gotten so close in a twenty four hour time span that everyone in the house kind of thinks of it as disgusting because not even Beyonce and Jay Z would escort the other just to the kitchen.

"You've been standing here for awhile," Jace whispers, placing his head down on my shoulder and I sigh.

"I guess," is all I managed to say.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

He grabs hold of both of my shoulders and turns me to face him. His fingers left my head up to look him in the eyes. "Why the sad face?"

"I wanted to swim," I whine with a pout.

Jace flicks my bottom lip and I give him a hard glare. "Why'd you do that?"

"You can't be doing that pouting lip shit around me," he returns the glare.

"Why?" This boy doesn't like anything.

He leans in so that our noses and foreheads are now touching.

"Because if you fuck with me like that, I'm gonna fuck you up."

I gasp and shove him as hard as I could. "I'm gonna tell Phoenix on you."

"Unfortunately for you, I don't give two fucks," he smacks my bum before running off. I chased him a little then got tired so I gave up, sitting on the couch beside Finn in the living room.

"What are we watching?" I ask no one in particular. Mia stands from the carpet, noticing my presence and sits beside me on the couch.

"MasterChef Junior."

I burst out laughing, six pairs of eyes turning to me. "The fuck you laughing for?" Jordan asks.

"I just love how you two," I point at Mia and Finn, "are over here watching this when y'all ain't never even cooked a day in y'all's lives."

Finn is a model. Mia has a very rich lineage. They both I'm sure have cooks so them cooking is really un factual.

"I do too cook," they both said in unison.

My face turns serious, "And what have the two of you cooked?" I ask, my hand on my chin.

"I made you noodles that one time."

"You freakin boiled WATER," I say, causing Jordan to burst out laughing while Finn was holding in his own.

"Um, I've made pizza rolls." We all gave him a dead pan look and he looks at us questionably. "What? Fucking box so damn hard to open," he pouts.

"Okay you need to go to a gym. But I know how we can settle this," I smile.

"How?" Asks Mia.

"Tomorrow, well if the freakin rain clears up, we'll go out and let y'all buy all the food you'll need to make a three course meal. Jordan, Jace and I will be the judges."