Nut Features Neice

Chapter 1 ✔✔

***Three Years Later***

"Uncle Jim, are you sure you'll be OK alone?" I called from the hall as I slipped my black stilettos on.

"Oh, yes... Wilson and I are gonna have our din dins, aren't we wilson... mmm." I heard him call back from the kitchen, then I heard a loud crash and Wilson came rushing out covered in tomato sauce.

I let out a sigh and walked out to see Jim stood in the middle of the kitchen, pasta and sauce cover both the kitchen floor and Jim.

"What happened?" I sighed, grabbing the mop bucket and slipping my shoes off once again.

"I... I don't know, it just fell." He told me, watching me, he went to move but I yelled at him,

"No, Uncle Jim, don't move, you'll get tomato sauce all over the carpet out there." I explained, walking over to the laundry basket and pulled out a clean pair of trousers.

"Here, slip your shoes off and walk over here." I said, laying a towel on the floor. He did so and I handed him his trousers just as the door bell rang.

"Here, put these on, I'll get the door." I sighed, exiting the kitchen and walking over to the door, opening it to reveal the one and only Jonathan Goodman.

"Pissface." I greeted with a grin, stepping aside, allowing him to enter.

"Lady Pest." He greeted back as his lent in, kissing me quickly as he passed me.

"You ready to go?" He asked and I shook my head, looking down at my now, tomato sauce covered feet.

"Jim?" He asked and I nodded, closing the door.

"Who else?" I groaned as I lead Jonny into the kitchen to find Jim sitting in the middle of the mess, wiping it up, with his dirty trousers.

"Jim... What are you doing?" I asked, turning around, noticing he was in his still in his underwear.

"I... I'm cleaning." He smiled, then noticed Jonny stood by the door, holding back laughter.

"Jim, go and clean yourself and Wilson up, I'll get in here clean before I leave." I ordered. Jim nodded, standing up and walked past me calling for Wilson.

I turned to Jonny who suddenly bust out laughing and I sent him a glare.

"Jonathan Goodman, either help or leave." I scalded picking up the mop and handing it to Jonny who took it reluctantly.

"Good choice." I smirked, picking up the pans and placing them in the sink to wash. I quickly walked over to the freezer, took a microwave meal put and put it in the microwave.

After washing the dirty pans, I took the meal out of the microwave, plated it up and let out a sigh, turning to see Jonny had finished the floor and was watching me from the door way.

"You OK?" He asked as I walked over, resting my head on his chest.

"Thank you for cleaning that up." I muttered, smiling at the feeling of his arms wrap around my waist.

"It's OK." He chuckled into my hair. "Do you want to give dinner a miss, just head straight to my flat, watch TV and order takeaway?" He offered and I shook my head.