What You Do To Me

Chapter 12: Addison's POV

Chapter 12:

Addison's POV

"So, you must be Kimberly!" My mom says, smiling.

"MOM!" Let her breathe dammit. We weren't even in the house now; we hadn't even crossed the threshold!!

"It's ok... good afternoon Mrs. Sandsway." Kimberly says with a slight nod and an outstretched hand.

"Why, she has such good manners!" My mom gushed. C'mon mom this is my girlfriend, get your own. "This the best you can do?" She asks.

The sudden turn of tone in my mother's voice makes me frown. "Mom, I like her."

"I was talking to her." My mom said with a smirk.

"Oh..." I blush.

"Well I like her, Mrs. Sandsway." Kimberly says, looping her fingers through mine.

Again, I blush. When did I become the blushing bride??

"Well then come in, come in. I baked cookies." My mom says, stepping back to allow us into the house.

I roll my eyes but smile, of course she made cookies. My mom is ALWAYS in the kitchen, cooking or baking something. I just wish I had her skills; I can't cook for shit.

But despite my annoyance, I jump and run to the kitchen eager to get a cookie.

I reach for the tray of warm cookies when I feel someone slap my hand. Hard.

"Ow!" I cry and suck my hand back. I rub at where it hurts, watching a red mark grow.

"The guest gets the first cookie." My mother says, where did she come from??

"Thanks Mrs. Sandsway." Kimberly says, using one hand to grab a cookie and using the other to pull me towards her. "You ok baby?"

"Yeah I'm good..." I say with a glare at my mother.

"Don't look at me like that, or you're not getting any cookies." My mother says, shooting me her own glare.

I crinkle my nose at her and walk to the fridge. I grab a carton of milk, I'll deal with the consequences later, and grab 2 glasses.

I pour the milk into them and grab a cookie. Then I hand one glass to Kimberly, but she shakes her head and passes it off to my mom. I scowl and dunk my cookie in my own glass and then shove the still warm and gooey cookie into my mouth.

"What is my milk not good enough for you??" I demand around my cookie, turning my glare on Kimberly.

She just smiles. Then she dunks her second cookie in my milk.

I jerk away, spilling a little of my milk on the floor.

"Get your own damn milk!" I scowl.

"Careful girls!" My mom says at the same time.

"Sorry." Kimberly mumbles to both of us with a smile.

I lean forward to kiss her cheek, but she shifts, and our lips connect.

"Addie, why don't you give Kimberly a tour of the house." My mom interrupts. I outwardly groan and give her a glare that could level a skyscraper. But she doesn't budge.

"C'mon Addie!" Kimberly says and loops her fingers through mine. I grunt but pull her with me.

I smile over my shoulder at her as I lead her out of the kitchen.

She's met my parents before, but she's never been in my house. This is her first time.

I slowly take her to every room in the house, acting like a museum guide.