Jazz's POV -
"I can't believe you guys almost set fire in the whole kitchen again," I said in disbelief while looking at the stack of burnt pancakes, my poor coffee that was now staining the kitchen island and not to mention the pancake batter and it's respective ingredients that now decorated the floor.
"Mom's going to have a heart attack, if she sees her beloved kitchen in this state," Ryan says looking at the wide mess that was once the kitchen.
"Help us, please help us. Don't let Alexia and Jay clean us...." Alexia said in a baby voice while holding the plate full of burnt pancakes, making it appear that the burnt pancakes were pleading.
"See, even these poor little things are begging for your help."
"You are unbelievable," Ryan and I mutter at the same time causing Al to frown and turn to her boyfriend for comfort. But seeing as he was covered in flour and pancake batter, she decides against it.
"Well, it can't be help, you both go clean up. I'll help make this place look a bit better and perhaps ask the assistance of the maids," Ryan says, removing his hoodie and revealing a blue shirt.
"Thank you!!" Al screams before dragging Jay-Jay out of the mess, I mean kitchen.
"I'll help you out too," I volunteered as we both started to pick up the bowls and utensils that lined up the kitchen island.
Finally an hour later, with the help of three maids, we were able to make the kitchen look spotlessly clean and thankfully restore it to it pre-destruction phase.
"Wow, you guys did such a great job. Maybe you should consider opening a cleaning service," Al remarks amusedly as she enters the kitchen along with Jay-Jay.
"You know, what? Leave it, I just don't have the energy for dealing with you," Ryan replies as he plops down beside me on the couch.
"I have the perfect way of making up to both - you and Jazz for my irresponsible behavior," we all look up at Al, trying to figure out what next precaution we need to take.
"Hey, hey, why are you all giving me this look. Don't look at me like that, anyway, Ryan and Jay have to attend this party with their business associates tomorrow. I am obviously going with Jay as his date. But, knowing Ray, he still must have not gotten a date-- "
"I don't need a date," Ryan replies from beside me, glaring at his sister.
"Yes, you do--"
"No, I don't," Ryan argues back. The brother sister glare at each other, starting their own staring contest as Jay-Jay and I sigh at the Lancaster's stubbornness.
"Yes, you are and it's final-- "
"I am totally capable of making my own decisions without your influence-- "
"Jazz will be your date," Al declares shutting off Ryan as I stare at her with shock.
"No, I don't want you to force her into doing this," Ryan replies, his gaze flickering between his scowling sister and shocked me.
"I am not forcing her or you to do it."
On the contrary, I feel she's forcing both of us.
As soon as this thought crossed my mind, all heads turned to me.
"Thanks for the honesty, Jazz," Al snickered at me.
"Oh no, I thought..."
"Out loud," Ryan said completing my sentence while chuckling at his fuming sister.
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The Barista's Girl
Humor"What do you mean we ran out of coffee?" I ask as my eyes nearly pop out of my socket. Don't judge me, it's coffee. "Seriously, it's just coffee," Ryan comments, sitting on the couch. "Are you kidding me? I have OCD, dude." "What? OCD?" Ryan asks, l...
