My Situations Are Not Irrelevant

Michelle's POV

After failing at my attempt on trying to make pancakes Max and talked causally while eating fruity pebbles.

“You know I wouldn't have burned those pancakes I you didn't distract me” I told him
Before he could reply we both heard a door open and close
“Shit!” Max whispered his face in horror
“What's wrong?” I whispered back in real concern
“It's my mom….you need to hide” Max grabbed my wrist running to the walk-in pantry closet. I quickly dashed in closing the door behind me. It was really cramped in there. The shelves where filled with cans and packaged snacks. I looked though the little slits in the door max was scurrying around throwing our cereal bowls in the sink

“Sup max…what are you doing?” a familiar voice said

`Robert' I exhaled with relief
“Oh! Dude,you almost gave me a heart attack I though you were my mom” Max confessed
“What! How the hell could you think that?” Robert said confused
“You can come out Michelle, cost is clear!”
I walked out the tightly packed closet.
“Ohhhh! I see,” he chuckled lightly
“Hi Robert!” I waved to him
“So whatcha you guys been up too?”
“Well I tried making some pancakes but Max couldn't keep his hand out of the batter and kept distracting me so some of them burned so we had cereal.” I informed him
“Um! It wasn't my entire fault!” Max tried to defend himself
“Sure…” I muttered rolling my eyes and crossing my arms
“What's your problem!?” Max declared
Robert coughed unnecessarily rocking back and forth on his heels