The One I Cant Have (a Michael Clifford Fanfic)

Chapter 12

                                                                                Carter's POV

I woke up before everyone else so I decided to make breakfast, since we were all getting tired of eating Luke's burnt bacon. I looked into the cupboard and they had no ingredients for a good breakfast. I needed to go to the store, but I couldn't drive. My father never took me out to get my permit. 

I ran back up into Michael's room, but he was dead asleep. If i wanted to wake him up, I would have to bang a spoon on a pan, causing the other three to wake up too. I walked into Ashton's room. 

"Good morning sweetie." I said, jiggling him a bit.  He groaned, then realized it was me.

"Hey Carter, what's up?"  he asked tracing circles on my hand, which was currently on his hip.

"Can you drive me to the grocery store? And  then help me make breakfast?" I asked.

"Yea sure, just let me put some pants on." he said laughing. He rushed around the room, in his boxers, scrambling to find a clean pair of pants. I sat on the bed, fishtailing my hair. I was in Michael's shirt, which I had slept in, and a fresh pair of leggings.

"Okay, let's go!" Ashton said, fully dressed.

At the grocery store, Ashton brought me a trolly, but he insisted on pushing it. He lifted me up and put me inside the cart and drove the cart as fast as he could. I was laughing so hard, I nearly tipped the cart over. 

"ASHTON!!!!" a girl screamed, making a bunch of people run over. Ashton reached inside the cart and held my hand, making sure I didn't have a panic attack. He took pictures with everyone, then finally pushed us away from the crowd saying: "I'll see y'all later" as if he ever would.

We finished shopping, and paid. On the way back we decided to make waffles, bacon, and a fruit salad. Talk Dirty To Me played on the radio and Ashton and I jammed out to it. When we finally made it back, Ashton and I unloaded the groceries and snuck into the house. 

Ashton and I were still the only ones up, which meant we had to make breakfast alone. We were making waffles from scratch and he kept flicking flour onto me. I flicked some back onto him. 

"You're gonna regret that!" he said picking me up and flicking flour into my face. 

"Oh my gosh noooo!" I squealed. We both fell into a fit of laughter. Ashton put me down.

"Gosh Carter, be serious." he mocked me as he pretended to be productive. We put some bananas and chocolate chips into the batter and put it into the waffle maker.

Ashton cooked the bacon as I cut the fruit, because I guarantee he would butcher the fruit. When everything was ready, we each grabbed a pan and a spoon and we barged into the guys' rooms.

"WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!" we screamed, jumping on each of their beds.

"What? Who? Huh?" Calum asked, all groggy.

"We made breakfast!" I said. 

"Is it burnt?" he asked.

"No" I replied. Calum sprung out of bed and raced downstairs.

"FOOOOOD!!! NOT BURNT FOOOOD!!!!" he screamed. Me and Ashton smiled.