Broken

Chapter 28

I was always going to dread Sunday night, the threat of school the next day made it a living nightmare.
But this Sunday was different.

I lay against his chest, breathing in the faint smell of his bitter sweet cologne.
A blanket had been wrapped tightly around my body, I was safe, protected.

Sam and Johnson had sat on the sofa across from us, after minutes of sharing a blanket together Johnson had curled up beside Sam, resting his head on his broad shoulder.

We all watched the movie in silence and Jacks hands pressed gently against my hips, holding me closer to him.
Everything was relaxed and simple, I wished that everyday could be like this.

Johnson making jokes at the characters and Sams loud laugh filling the room.

"I'm hungry" Sam groaned.

Johnson rolled off the couch and pulled himself over to the mini kitchen, searching through cupboards and finally checking the fridge.

"Nothing here" he called.

"Did you check the cupboards?" Sam asked.

"Yes I did check the cupboards" Johnson replied.

"The fridge?" Sam suggested.

"There is no food whatsoever" Johnson yelled.

We all groaned loudly and Johnson sat back down on the sofa, whipping the blanket off Sam.

"We should go baking" Johnson said excitedly.

"Oh my god yes" I agreed.

Sam and Gilinsky exchanged a look.

"Do we look like cooks?" Sam said exasperatedly.
I ignored his sexist behaviour, I noticed it in him sometimes, the way he saw the male gender role as to only be manly, strong, sporty. I didn't let it bother me too much, maybe I should have.
Johnson rolled his eyes and placed a hand on his hip.

"Really boys?" he said exasperatedly.

"C'mon Macy, move boys"

We strutted out of the room giggling while Johnson flicked his imaginary hair.

We were half way down the stairs when I heard loud footsteps following behind - Sam and Jack.

"I'm thinking cupcakes" Johnson declared, he began to babble on about icing and ingredients and I found a simple recipe on my phone.

Moments later we were standing in the kitchen with all the ingredients spread across the kitchen table.

Sam and Gilinsky stood awkwardly on the kitchen tiles. It was like they had never cooked in their lives, they most likely didn't.
Johnson swatted them with a towel.

" Boys, these cupcakes won't make themselves" he snapped.

He pushed up their sleeves and ordered them to wash their hands and start measuring the ingredients.
He marched around the kitchen like a military officer commanding his army.
Gilinksy caught my eye from across the room and in seconds we were all spluttering with laughter.

An hour later we were sitting down, our cupcakes stood in the middle of the table. Sam passed the bowl of icing around the table, we each took our turn spooning out the chocolate mixture and eating it.
The cakes were burnt to a crisp, the mixture spilling out over the top and disguising the light pink paper cases. The kitchen had been flooded with thick, strong smoke and finally it had wafted out the open windows, leaving the lingering smell of icing sugar that coated us like sticky iced buns.

"Well that was a waste of time" Gilinsky snorted.

"If you had set a timer maybe it wouldn't have been" Johnson said darkly.