Status: will be updated on valentine's day :D
A Recipe For Disaster
V
♠ Audrina ♠
"You know... I hate you," I mumbled casually, sort of slurring, as we waited for Felix to finish cooking up our dinner. Did I forget to mention that our parents stranded us, not only the two of us together, but with the only other human being, being Felix. Three—cough, cough—mature nineteen year olds living freely in a mansion, where they can do anything and everything they like; and...where there's only one girl against two guys!
What is this? Preposterous, I say!
The boys had come up from the floor downstairs, underground, and it was like nothing ever happened. Oh but I knew better. My grudge against Alexander was going to last up until my after life but now I have extended to go on for all eternity. He'll be happy to hear it.
"Don't worry, the feelings mutual," he replied lazily, propping his feet up onto the coffee table.
We sat on separate couches, watching Television like a couple of couch potato's—oh my crap, did I just say couple!?
"I hate you more," I spoke up again. Is there any reason why I'm trying to start up a conversation with Alexander? Possibly like...I must be crazy?! Or drunk?
"Okay are you fucking drunk, because you keep trying to start up a conversation when obviously, I don't want to talk crap with you; I just want to watch TV in peace! Can't I just do that?!" Alexander suddenly screamed almost as if he were right in my ear, causing me to tumble off the couch and fall on my face.
"Huh, what?! Where's the fire?!" I looked up abruptly, glancing everywhere as I half consciously wiped the corner of my mouth, mumbling curses.
I had been half asleep and someone woke me up. They were going to pay, right after I gave them my ultimate knuckle sandwich.
The sound of laughing reached my ears and I looked up to see Alexander laughing his ass off.
As I looked up, a thought crossed my mind. Okay, I could deal with this. I could deal with Alexander. Maybe I could learn to live with him after all too.
Now see, that's the thing; if I say that, I'd just be fucking lying.
"Stop laughing at me!" I screeched in anger and his laughter died—just a tiny bit.
"Hahaha I-I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you!" he kept laughing and deliberately threw in some obnoxious snorts to rub it in my face. What a motherfu—
"I'm not laughing, you faggot!" I roared and punched his leg.
"Haha-ow! What the hell?! Oh well then, there's your answer," he smirked and he jumped from the couch, doing a weird twist and landing behind the couch.
"Come here you fuckwit!" I growled and chased him.
"You kids better not be fighting!" we heard Felix's deep voice boom from the kitchen.
"Not fighting! Just trying to kill!" I called back and ran with super speed at Alexander who fell under my body and slammed down on the cold, kitchen floor. I swiftly put him in a head lock, like a wrestler, and straddled his waist—or rather bum and I even sat on it—as I pulled his head back. He was trying to grab at my hair that was swishing everywhere but I didn't let him as I pulled aggressively.
"Audrina! Tsk tsk, save it for the bedroom, please!" Felix winked jokingly and at that I let Alexander's head go smack, bam on the floor.
"Fuck you!" he growled, with a strained voice as he massaged his neck and jaw. I huffed and plopped down on the kitchen chair.
"Feed me, please!" I sing-sang and when I looked down at my plate, I met spaghetti and meat balls. Oh yum.
"Thank you!" I cheered and began gobbling up my food, wasting no time.
"Bi-polar, pig monster..." Alexander grumbled, sitting across from me but I ignored him. At least I have manners!
I stuffed my face eagerly and both boys looked at me with weird expressions, and bizarre freeze faces. A piece of spaghetti hung from Felix's mouth which was open slightly while Alexander had tomato sauce on his chin, and his jaw was slightly slack with one brow raised. I shrugged at both and starting giggling inside my head as I kept on devouring the spaghetti. Did I mention that I freaking loved spaghetti? Okay, I obviously worship food; star bread pretty much being my godly indulgence.
After I finished, and I finished before the guys did because I ate too fast and became too full, I actually walked up the stairs instead of taking the lift and went into my room. I mean...Alexander and my room—but mostly my room, and walked into the bathroom. The bathroom was almost the same décor as the room but obviously with cream tiles and whatnot. It gave off a cool and calm feeling.
I thought I was going to chuck a bog at that point but my stomach hadn't digested that quickly. Groaning a little, much to my dismay, my stomach was screaming, 'I'M GOING TO HAVE A MINOR BLOW!' – And I farted a little. I laughed it off, glad that no one was here, but it seems that Fate hates me, because when I looked back I saw Alexander standing in the doorway of the bathroom, bending over and laughing. Oh yes, very mature; a little fluff is totally hilarious.
"Oh.my.god!" I cried melodramatically. "I just farted, in front of a boy! Whatever shall I do! I am absolutely mortified; I want to die right now! ... Sheesh, it's not that freaking funny! Shut the hell up!" I huffed and 'accidently' hit my shoulder against his as I made my way out.
"Hey yeah well, you're stinking up the place! How embarrassing for you!" Alexander teased and I blushed pink. Okay, I was not bothered with farting, but farting in front of a guy named Alexander was; I had never intended to fart in front of him! My farts were always secret farts!Silent but deadly
"Shut the freak up!" I whined and slapped his arm.
"S-sorry hahaha, but don't worry, there's a first for everything," he chuckled softly and did the strangest thing; he smiled. Well it was sort of lop-sided and small but it was still a smile!
"Yes, a first; just like that smile!" I exclaimed at pointed my finger at him, only meaning to point rudely in his face but it seemed I was standing much closer and my finger poked his upper lip by accident; I kind of pressed a bit to hard.
"Oh sorry!" I squealed as I retracted my hand and laughed. Alexander glared and wiped at his lip viciously, as if my finger was contaminated. And I'm pretty sure that he spat on the tiles of the bathroom just then.
"Gosh, it's called a sink and it's right there," I rolled my eyes and pointed at it.
"Well sorry it's called you have a dirty, fat finger and you touched my lip; how gross," he was teasing again but that dirty, fat finger insult ticked me off.
"I do not have fat fingers!" I cried and pouted, bringing my right hand up and inspecting them. I really liked my hands and fingers. They were milky white and slim and well I thought I had the hand of an artist. Pouting even more, I looked at Alexander sadly and pretending to be really hurt.
"Hey I'm sorr—" he had stepped a bit closer and that was my shot.
I cut him off by slapping him, but not to hard, on the cheek. Giggling and reacting fast enough so that he wouldn't grab me I ducked and rolled away; jumping up and tumbling on the bed like a ninja of some sorts and snatching, my new friends, the hard pillow. I know he was looking for a fight now.
"Get over here you little brat!" he snarled and jumped after me, bouncing on the bed and grabbing one of the softer pillows.
I reached out for a smaller pillow, easily handling it and flinging at his face hitting it lightly; success!
Hits score: Audrina | 1 | Alexander | 0 |
"It is so on!" Alexander pounced out but I dropped and watched as he slipped off the bed and fell on the floor. It was a hilarious sight, as his legs were half on the bed and his face on the floor. What a klutz
"AHAHA! CLUMSY BUM, CLUMSY BUM!" I ran around chanting and screaming like a little kid while Alexander stood up and brushed himself off.
"How old are you; five?!" Alexander snarled and lunged for me again, this time – hit successful.
"You know... I hate you," I mumbled casually, sort of slurring, as we waited for Felix to finish cooking up our dinner. Did I forget to mention that our parents stranded us, not only the two of us together, but with the only other human being, being Felix. Three—cough, cough—mature nineteen year olds living freely in a mansion, where they can do anything and everything they like; and...where there's only one girl against two guys!
What is this? Preposterous, I say!
The boys had come up from the floor downstairs, underground, and it was like nothing ever happened. Oh but I knew better. My grudge against Alexander was going to last up until my after life but now I have extended to go on for all eternity. He'll be happy to hear it.
"Don't worry, the feelings mutual," he replied lazily, propping his feet up onto the coffee table.
We sat on separate couches, watching Television like a couple of couch potato's—oh my crap, did I just say couple!?
"I hate you more," I spoke up again. Is there any reason why I'm trying to start up a conversation with Alexander? Possibly like...I must be crazy?! Or drunk?
"Okay are you fucking drunk, because you keep trying to start up a conversation when obviously, I don't want to talk crap with you; I just want to watch TV in peace! Can't I just do that?!" Alexander suddenly screamed almost as if he were right in my ear, causing me to tumble off the couch and fall on my face.
"Huh, what?! Where's the fire?!" I looked up abruptly, glancing everywhere as I half consciously wiped the corner of my mouth, mumbling curses.
I had been half asleep and someone woke me up. They were going to pay, right after I gave them my ultimate knuckle sandwich.
The sound of laughing reached my ears and I looked up to see Alexander laughing his ass off.
As I looked up, a thought crossed my mind. Okay, I could deal with this. I could deal with Alexander. Maybe I could learn to live with him after all too.
Now see, that's the thing; if I say that, I'd just be fucking lying.
"Stop laughing at me!" I screeched in anger and his laughter died—just a tiny bit.
"Hahaha I-I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you!" he kept laughing and deliberately threw in some obnoxious snorts to rub it in my face. What a motherfu—
"I'm not laughing, you faggot!" I roared and punched his leg.
"Haha-ow! What the hell?! Oh well then, there's your answer," he smirked and he jumped from the couch, doing a weird twist and landing behind the couch.
"Come here you fuckwit!" I growled and chased him.
"You kids better not be fighting!" we heard Felix's deep voice boom from the kitchen.
"Not fighting! Just trying to kill!" I called back and ran with super speed at Alexander who fell under my body and slammed down on the cold, kitchen floor. I swiftly put him in a head lock, like a wrestler, and straddled his waist—or rather bum and I even sat on it—as I pulled his head back. He was trying to grab at my hair that was swishing everywhere but I didn't let him as I pulled aggressively.
"Audrina! Tsk tsk, save it for the bedroom, please!" Felix winked jokingly and at that I let Alexander's head go smack, bam on the floor.
"Fuck you!" he growled, with a strained voice as he massaged his neck and jaw. I huffed and plopped down on the kitchen chair.
"Feed me, please!" I sing-sang and when I looked down at my plate, I met spaghetti and meat balls. Oh yum.
"Thank you!" I cheered and began gobbling up my food, wasting no time.
"Bi-polar, pig monster..." Alexander grumbled, sitting across from me but I ignored him. At least I have manners!
I stuffed my face eagerly and both boys looked at me with weird expressions, and bizarre freeze faces. A piece of spaghetti hung from Felix's mouth which was open slightly while Alexander had tomato sauce on his chin, and his jaw was slightly slack with one brow raised. I shrugged at both and starting giggling inside my head as I kept on devouring the spaghetti. Did I mention that I freaking loved spaghetti? Okay, I obviously worship food; star bread pretty much being my godly indulgence.
After I finished, and I finished before the guys did because I ate too fast and became too full, I actually walked up the stairs instead of taking the lift and went into my room. I mean...Alexander and my room—but mostly my room, and walked into the bathroom. The bathroom was almost the same décor as the room but obviously with cream tiles and whatnot. It gave off a cool and calm feeling.
I thought I was going to chuck a bog at that point but my stomach hadn't digested that quickly. Groaning a little, much to my dismay, my stomach was screaming, 'I'M GOING TO HAVE A MINOR BLOW!' – And I farted a little. I laughed it off, glad that no one was here, but it seems that Fate hates me, because when I looked back I saw Alexander standing in the doorway of the bathroom, bending over and laughing. Oh yes, very mature; a little fluff is totally hilarious.
"Oh.my.god!" I cried melodramatically. "I just farted, in front of a boy! Whatever shall I do! I am absolutely mortified; I want to die right now! ... Sheesh, it's not that freaking funny! Shut the hell up!" I huffed and 'accidently' hit my shoulder against his as I made my way out.
"Hey yeah well, you're stinking up the place! How embarrassing for you!" Alexander teased and I blushed pink. Okay, I was not bothered with farting, but farting in front of a guy named Alexander was; I had never intended to fart in front of him! My farts were always secret farts!Silent but deadly
"Shut the freak up!" I whined and slapped his arm.
"S-sorry hahaha, but don't worry, there's a first for everything," he chuckled softly and did the strangest thing; he smiled. Well it was sort of lop-sided and small but it was still a smile!
"Yes, a first; just like that smile!" I exclaimed at pointed my finger at him, only meaning to point rudely in his face but it seemed I was standing much closer and my finger poked his upper lip by accident; I kind of pressed a bit to hard.
"Oh sorry!" I squealed as I retracted my hand and laughed. Alexander glared and wiped at his lip viciously, as if my finger was contaminated. And I'm pretty sure that he spat on the tiles of the bathroom just then.
"Gosh, it's called a sink and it's right there," I rolled my eyes and pointed at it.
"Well sorry it's called you have a dirty, fat finger and you touched my lip; how gross," he was teasing again but that dirty, fat finger insult ticked me off.
"I do not have fat fingers!" I cried and pouted, bringing my right hand up and inspecting them. I really liked my hands and fingers. They were milky white and slim and well I thought I had the hand of an artist. Pouting even more, I looked at Alexander sadly and pretending to be really hurt.
"Hey I'm sorr—" he had stepped a bit closer and that was my shot.
I cut him off by slapping him, but not to hard, on the cheek. Giggling and reacting fast enough so that he wouldn't grab me I ducked and rolled away; jumping up and tumbling on the bed like a ninja of some sorts and snatching, my new friends, the hard pillow. I know he was looking for a fight now.
"Get over here you little brat!" he snarled and jumped after me, bouncing on the bed and grabbing one of the softer pillows.
I reached out for a smaller pillow, easily handling it and flinging at his face hitting it lightly; success!
Hits score: Audrina | 1 | Alexander | 0 |
"It is so on!" Alexander pounced out but I dropped and watched as he slipped off the bed and fell on the floor. It was a hilarious sight, as his legs were half on the bed and his face on the floor. What a klutz
"AHAHA! CLUMSY BUM, CLUMSY BUM!" I ran around chanting and screaming like a little kid while Alexander stood up and brushed himself off.
"How old are you; five?!" Alexander snarled and lunged for me again, this time – hit successful.
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That was Part 1.Okay what I did was split the full chapter I wrote into these two separate cause it was long :3 So think of these two new chapters as one full chapter and that's what you get for a week; I'm sorry but it's because I've got to get on with drawing my manga for my friend for her 16th which is coming soon and I need to draw, draw, DRAW! So yeah :)
Next chapter already for part 2!