Mrs All American ❅ Luke Hemmings

Three Pt. 2

Chapter 19 - Three Pt. 2

Pancakes. Pancakes. Pancakes. Pancakes. Pancakes. Pancakes.

Life is . . . Pancakes. Pancakes are pancakes. Life without pancakes is hell. Hell without pancakes is . . . hell.

I don't even know what I'm thinking, so, don't try to make any sense of it.

"PANCAKES!" I yelled when I saw the two plates of pancakes.

"Hey, Rose." Laura sat down at the table, in front of one of the plates.

Damn it, I thought they were all for me. Boo.

"Hi, Laura." I said quickly and sat in front of the other plate.

While I was eating, I heard footsteps walk down the stairs. "Hello, bitch. Hi, friend." Jack greeted us and sat beside me.

"Where's my pancakes?" He frowned.

"Oh? You wanted some? I didn't know." Laura glared at him. Why do they dislike each other so much? Geez, they only just met.

"Alright. Listen up. I'm the main character here. You're just that one biatch that occasionally and randomly shows up. Rose and Ashton may be too nice to simply tell you to 'fuck off' but I'm not. Oh, I'm a totally different species. If you annoy me, you get out." Jack growled. While saying all this, he was walking closer and closer to her until they were just inches apart, glaring at one another.

"Oh, gods," I groaned. "Please don't make out, out of nowhere. My stomach can't take it." I said and pushed away my empty plate (I was also eating like a hungry wolf whilst he talked).

Jack jumped a meter away from her. He scrunched his nose up in disgust. "Aw, hell no! That's revolting."

"Disgusting. Like kissing a dirty rat." Laura fake-gagged.

"I'm sure you know what a dirty rat tastes like." Jack retorted instantly.

She looked ready to charge him, but, right at that moment, my phone rang loudly, causing everyone to freeze.

"Yay! A call!" I giggled, hopped off my stool, pulled my phone out of my pocket and answered the call. If you were wondering, I was using a fork to eat my pancakes (I don't know, I just wanted to) and, for some reason, my phone is always in my pocket. It's like Percy Jackson's Riptide or something. Magically appears back in my pocket whenever I lose it . . . That would be cool if it applies to my wallet as well.

"Hi." I said and picked up my empty plate.

"Rose, Rose, Rosa, Rose. Oh my god. Help. I don't know what to do!" Luke freaked out.

I continued my journey to place the plate in the sink. "Luke? Luke. Dude, relax. What's going on?"

"I'm freaking out, Rose! Please, can you come over quickly?"

"Luke," I put the plate in the sink and leaned against the counter. "What happened?"

He let out a mouse-like squeak. "Mila called me."

I didn't say anything for about two minutes. To be honest, I was surprised. Why would she call him?

"Rose? You still there?"

"Uh, yeah. Still here. What did she say?"

"She said she missed me and that she wanted to get back together."

I clenched my fists tightly, my right eye twitching. "What did you say?"

"I said no and hung up."