Ten Too Many Boys ***Old Version!!!***

Chapter Nine: Holy Cow

I slowly wake up feeling very warm. Then I notice that someone has their arms around me, holding me close.

And only one person could be doing that unless Angel magically grew hands overnight. I slowly open my eyes and peek out from under my lashes. Finn is still sleeping, his breath warm on my face.

I'm on my side, my chest up against his with one of my arms up by his hair. And I can only assume that my hands were tangled in it.

So apparently lots can happen when I allow him to put his arm around me.

His eyes flutter open and he looks down at me before closing them slowly. Then all of a sudden they snap back open.

He untangles himself from me quickly and I roll away from him. "Oh, shit." 

I'm glaring at him now.

"Hey, don't look at me like that, I didn't know that was gonna happen." He gestures between us with his hands.

I glare at him again.

"So are you telling me that you didn't mean to get all cozy with me?" I cross my arms over my chest. 

He blushes and nods his head quickly. I shake my head and a bunch of straw falls out, slowly drifting towards the ground.

I glare at him one last time and turn to Angel. "Come on Angel." She walks over to me and jumps up on my shoulders.

I whirl around as carefully as I can with Angel on my shoulders, and walk over to the ladder feeling Finn's eyes on me the whole way over.

All the makeshift beds are empty so I know everyone's up. Hopefully the house is alright to go in now because I really need to pee.

When I reach the bottom of the ladder I hear the thudding of footsteps. A few seconds later Finn yells "Max, wait!" I whip around and walk out of that barn as fast as possible. Angel leaps off my back and disappears into the tall grass.

No longer restrained by Angel I take off full sprint towards the house still ignoring Finn's calls.

The morning dew clings onto my legs as I race through the knee high grass. Pumping my arms, I speed up to the house, and my bare feet hardly touch the ground.

I throw the porch door open and scoot inside, nearly tripping over my feet in my hurry. I immediately smell pancakes, and my mouth starts to water. Pancakes are my favorite.

I walk into the kitchen and the smell gets stronger. Molly stands over the stove, spatula in hand, ready to flip the pancakes. She looks up when I enter.

"Morning Max. How did you sleep?" She smiles at me. 

"Really well actually. I usually take a few days to settle in before I sleep well, but surprisingly I slept great." She smiles at me weirdly, like she knows something I don't, before turning back around to the stove.

I stand there awkwardly before she speaks up. "Do you want to help me make some pancakes?"

I rush forward, glad for the opportunity to do something. "Yeah, I would love to."

I quietly hum as she hands me an apron to tie around my waist. She moves over to give me room to work.

"You dear, can pour the batter and watch the pancakes as they cook. Make sure they don't burn, the boys are fussy about that kind of thing." She says as I take the batter from her and pour five pancake shaped blobs in the pan.

"Really?" I say my voice higher then normal in surprise. She turns to me smiling a bit at my surprise. "Yep. They won't eat anything burnt. Say it has no flavor."