"How many pieces of bacon do you want?" Chase calls to me from the kitchen.
"Surprise me!" I yell to him from the living room, then add, "But don't eat it all!"
Chase and I got home late last night and my parents left us a note on the kitchen counter saying they went to some friend of my parents' house and would be back later in the afternoon, leaving us with the house for most of the day.
I press the play button on the remote, continuing my Pretty Little Liars episode.
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A few minutes later I'm interrupted with a tray being set on my lap. On the tray is a plate containing four pancakes, four pieces of bacon, two pieces of French toast, and a lot of scrambled eggs. On the sidetable next to me, a glass of orange juice is placed, as well as a glass of grape juice, both on coasters.
Chase slides onto the couch next to me and grins as I stare back at him with wide eyes.
"Are you feeding an army?!" I cry out.
"Nope, just both of us." He says and his grin widens as he grabs the second fork I didn't notice on the tray. He also grabs a knife and digs into the food while I still sit their dazed by the amount of food he fit onto one plate.
I'm about to take my first bite of the food when Chase nudges my elbow. I turn and look at him to see he's looking at something in the backyard. I look that way and look through the big window.
Tiptoeing through the yard, is what appears to be a girl about my age. Stealthily, she looks around and continues to softly walk across the yard.
I stand up, handing Chase the plate of food in the process.
As I walk towards the door and grab my shoes, Chase tells me to wait, and I do. He brings me my butter knife and says,
"You never know. She could be a serial killer and this is just her distraction."
Taking his advice, I grab the knife from his hand and continue to the patio. I silently open the door and walk across the lawn quietly, Chase trailing behind me. Luckily she has her back turned towards me so I have an advantage of attacking first.
Right as I get close enough to easily defend myself, Chase steps on what I believe is the only branch in the yard, causing me to slightly jump and the mystery girl to scream and turn around towards us, swinging around a plastic baseball bat that I didn't see before.
I too, start screaming and turn to run the opposite direction, causing me to crash into Chase, making me yell even louder.
Once we've both shut up, I point my knife at her and yell,
"WHO ARE YOU, AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BACKYARD AT TEN IN THE MORNING?!"
Her eyes widen at the sight of my so called weapon and she stammers,
"I-I-I'm Jenna. I live next door. My brother and I were playing soccer and the ball went over the fence. I was just trying to get it back. Since the car left earlier, I didn't think anyone was home, so I'd be able to get the ball."
She turns back around and gestures to the soccer ball sitting five feet away from her.
After hearing her valid excuse, I lower the knife and her eyes turn towards it again.
"Why do you have a knife?" she questions.
"Well, uh, ya see. I thought maybe you were trying to rob us or something so, I, uhm, needed some type of, uh, weapon. So yeah, he grabbed this," I awkwardly explain to her.
Chase speaks up from behind me,
"Hey, butter knives are weapons too. They could easily stab a person."
Jenna's eyes widen and I turn around to Chase, having a fake attempt at threatening.
He innocently holds his hands up and says,
"I'm not saying you would use it that way Mals. Just staying the facts."
"Why don't you tell somebody who cares?" I mumble to myself. I see Jenna laugh at that out of the corner of my eye.
"Anyways, I'm Mallory, and this is my annoying dude friend Chase," I explain.
He gasps at my name for him and says,
"Excuse me! Dude friend? I believe you agreed we were dating again, therefore I rightfully hold the title "Boyfriend" instead of the wimpy name "Dude Friend," so take that."
He hip bumps me and I almost fall over, rolling my eyes at how dramatic he was to somebody we barely know.
"Well, uh, I just came over for my ball," Jenna interupts, "So I should probably get back to my brother. I guess I'll see you two around or something so uh, yeah, bye."
She grabs the soccer ball and awkwardly walks back to the front yard.
I turn to Chase and we stare at each other for a few seconds, both of us confused of what just happpened.
"That was weird," he says breaking the silence. All I can do is nod and we walk back inside to our very large breakfast made by my one and only boyfriend.
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It's almost time for my family to get home and we've been playing random board games we found in the basement. Right now we're wrapping up a game of Scrabble, Chase surprisingly winning. Only by a few points though.
"Pizza," he says proudly, putting the four letters down, ending the game.
I let out a sigh of defeat while he lets out a yell of victory.
"I don't get it. How did I lose? More importantly, how did I lose to you, of all people," I say. This causes him to gasp as if he was offended.
"I will let you know that I was captain of the Scrabble team last year," he proudly says.
"That's a thing?"
"According to my sister. I had to play it with her and her stuffed animals last summer at least twenty times. Why that game and not Twister or something funner?"
"Obviously you weren't President of the Grammar team," I sarcastically mumble, too quietly for him to hear. Or at least I thought.
"Yeah, you can shut up. Now where's my prize for winning?" he asks, looking around. He even looks under the couch, like I hid his "prize" under it.
"I dunno. Where's my five?" I curiously ask him, crossing my arms.
"They're on their way. Shipping takes a few days. Patience young grasshopper," he tells me and pats my head.
"Wait, what?" I seriously ask, "You actually got me something?"
"Well, no. But it was worth it for the look on your face," he jokes.
"You a**hole," I mumble and start picking up the stupid board game.
"But you love me," he says in a childish voice, walking away. Of course he leaves me to pick up the mess.
Typical guy move...
*****
Author's Note:
Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. *Types "Sorry." until her hands fall off*
I'm SO SORRY for not updatin in like two months. It's been kinda crazy for me lately, like seriously. It's not me using and excuse. And I've had Writers Block so yeah that doesn't help.
I'm hoping to get into a somewhat usual updating pattern, but I can't promise anything. I'm goin on Spring Break to Florida (woah like the book, kinda) in a few weeks and I'll try to update this or my other book before then.
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Roman d'amourMallory comes from a rich family and every summer they go to one of their private cottages for two months. This year, when they decide to go to their house Florida, things don't exactly go as she has planned. From falling in love with a player and g...
