"DAMN, I LOVE THAT YOU'RE SO CREEPY!" Johnny screams out, completely off tune. I lost my voice a while ago and Aaron just stared at the two of us. Johnny's voice finally cracks as he does an air guitar solo. I don't think that's even in the actual song. He coughs slightly and plops down on the couch.
"So, do you remember me lover boy?" he asks, throwing an arm around Aaron's shoulders. Aaron nods. I think he's gone deaf. Johnny and I did have a scream off.
"So what do you people want to do today?" Ashley asks, skipping down the stairs with her athletic short shorts and a tight tank top.
"How about we make some lunch first," Aaron offers.
"And who's going to cook?" she asks, placing her hands on her hips.
"Cameron and I will, you two can pick up some snack foods for the rest of the week," Aaron responds.
"Yeah, sure, come on Ash," Johnny grins, winking at me. The butmunch! I'm going to kill him when he gets back. He grabs the keys and walks out of the house with Ashley in tow, shutting the door behind her.
"How about we make cookies and baked mac n cheese?" Aaron suggests, dragging me into the kitchen against my will.
"How about we order pizza?" I suggest, grabbing for the phone. He pulls it away from me and holds it above my head.
"Nope, we are going to cook, together," he insists. I mutter under my breath and finally give in. I can't grab the phone anyways. And I don't know the pizza place number.. Heh.
About two hours later.....
"GET THE DAMN FIRE EXTINGUISHER!" Aaron screams as the cookies ignite.
"WE DON'T OWN A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!" I yelp as the flame largens. I grab a dish towel and start slapping at the flame, slightly dimming it.
"WHO THE FUCK DOESN'T OWN A DAMN FIRE EXTINGUISHER!?" he shouts. I take the towel and start beating him with it.
"DON'T SWEAR AROUND ME YOU IDIOT!" I scold before I start hitting the flame again. I hit it for a good ten minutes until the flame dies out. I rest again the counter as the smoke alarm starts beeping. Now you fraking start. Cookie starts barking at it in the living room. I head over and start waving the towel around, clearing the smoke.
"I must say, you look cute while jumping up and down, like a jumping bean," Aaron comments from the kitchen entrance.
"Jumping beans are larva of moths that are in bean like shells," I point out. The beeping finally stops and cookie growls as he sniffs. I pat his head and hand him a treat from the doggie bag that Johnny brought.
"Way to ruin the moment," he mumbles. I turn around and head back into the kitchen, leaning against the counter. Aaron follows me, leaning against the counter opposite of me.
"There was no said moment," I shrug, turning to wipe the counter down. Surprisingly, there was no flour anywhere......Except in my hair. First spaghetti, now flour. Aaron needs to learn what does and doesn't go in hair. I sniff and smell something burning. I turn around and look for the source of the smell. It seems like Aaron noticed it too since his eyes widen and he heads towards the oven.
"Shit! The macaroni!" he swears, pulling open the oven and going to grab the hot pan.
"Wait-" I start. Well I'm too late, the imbecile didn't put on any oven mitts so he burn his hand. Well, that's what he gets for swearing.
"FUCKING SHIT!" he yells in pain as he pulls his hand away from the pan and clutches it to his chest.
"Calm thy self," I sigh as I grab another towel and open the fridge, putting ice onto the towel before wrapping the rest of the towel around it.
"Here, hold this against your hand for a few minutes," I mutter, holding the towel out to him.
"But I'm hurt, can't you do it for me?" he asks, holding his red hand looser. I sigh before taking the wrist of his hurt hand and lightly placing the make shift ice pack on it. I hold it there for what seems like hours.
"My legs are tired," I whine. Ok, I'm acting like a seven year old, but I'm tired and still hungry, you can't blame me.
"Then sit up on the counter," he suggests, turning around, making me follow him since I'm trying to keep the darn towel on his hand. I stumble over my feet before jumping onto the counter, keeping the towel on his hand somehow. He settles himself between my legs, making me extremely uncomfortable. I mean a sardine hanging out with sharks uncomfortable. I squirm in my spot and he leans closer. Holy chiz, is he going to try kissing me? No, he's just trying to get comfortable. What if he does want to kiss me? Holy chiz, I'm thinking to myself. I'm going crazy.
"Cameron? Cammy? Cam?" Aaron says, breaking me out of my trance. I blink rapidly as he snaps his fingers in front of my face. I jerk my head back and swat his hand away with my free hand.
"What?" I scowl, putting more pressure on his injury. He flinches before smiling.
"You know what would make me feel better?" he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
"What?" I ask cautiously as I move the towel slightly.
"A kiss," he grins. I scowl at him but my stomach flips. Like when you're on that one ride that swings back and forth at an amusement park, yeah, that.
"Nope," I reply sweetly.
"Well you don't exactly have a choice, considering the position you're in," he smirks, leaning closer to me. I knew mum should have gotten me that rape whistle. Well it's time to improvise.
"RAPE WHISTLE! RAPE WHISTLE! LISTEN TO THE RAPE WHISTLE AND CALL NINE ONE ONE!" I scream at the top of my lungs, startling Aaron, making him take a few steps backwards. Hm, that worked well. I have a rape whistle now.
A/N
FINALLY DD! YOU'VE UPDATED!
I know, I know, now calm down and check out the song to the side. I can honestly say that I LOVE this song. I mean, it is amazingly amazing and deserves cookies that aren't burnt.
It's Battle Scars by Paradise Fears ^.^
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