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"Aight I placed all the grocery bags on the kitchen counters, I'm gonna go hit the shower now. When are you gonna start cooking?" Blake asked, walking out of the kitchen and into the living room where I was sitting.

"Now. But I just have to make a quick phone call first soo... about five minutes or so. Why?"

"Just wanted to make sure I'd be out of the bathroom and fully clothed if you burnt the house down, wouldn't want to go running out of the building naked in this weather," Blake smirked and turned around to walk out.

I gasped dramatically. "You little shi-"

"Make sure to shred some extra cheddar cheese, Cole prefers his food with loads of it on top." Blake cut me off while walking out of the living room and into his room.

Magic words?

Jerkface.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and pulled it out to see Huda's caller ID. I answered the phone and pressed it into my ear. "Hey."

"I told you to call me when you got home! It's been an hour." No greeting? Okay, I guess.

"Calm down, I just came back, I had to stop by the grocery store. I was just about to call you."

"Oh."

"Yeah 'oh'. What did you need to tell me?"

"So umm, remember the other day when I told you that I saw Tina at the store? I think she moved to Rosewood because I saw her agai-"

"I know, I saw her at school right after you left." I cringed at the memory.

"You did? Did she say anything?" Huda asked.

"No she just glared straight into my soul after smirking, I think she would have said something if Blake hadn't stepped in front of me to talk to me."

"Liv I swear to good if that bitch even tries to pull any sort of shit even slightly close to what you told me last year, I will carve her eyeballs out of that disgusting face of hers and shove them so far up her nostrils before slicing her nippl-" the call ended. I chuckled, her phone must have died or something.

I took a deep breath and shook any thoughts of Tina out of my head and headed towards the kitchen to start cooking.

I decided to start off by slicing the chicken breasts so I can be done with the weird gooey part of cooking and then start chopping the bell pepper and onions in a satisfying "Gordon Ramsay on crack" kind of style.

I started Karate chopping the chicken breasts because I'm weird like that and I read somewhere that a trick to baking tender chicken breasts is to beat the hell out of the meat until it softens.

That totally doesn't sound wrong in so many different ways...at all.

I shook my head out of the disgustingly dirty thought and going back to chopping the chicken breasts before washing my hands and going onto the next step, which was chopping the bell pepper and onions.

After I was done with the onions and peppers, I placed them into a pan with the sliced chicken breasts, seasoned them, and placed them on top of the stove.

Wait, how the hell am I going to cook this?

I always left anything that had to do with standing in front of a stove or fire for more than a few minutes to Luke because I just couldn't take the risk. What if my arm got a little too close to the fire without me noticing, and my sleeve would catch a flame and then the fire would spread around the whole material and-

I shook my head and forced those thoughts out of my mind. I'll just ask Blake or Cole to do it instead.

I placed the pan on the counter beside the stove and decided to start making Luke's famous homemade Guacamole spread and chop the vegetable toppings along with grating the cheddar cheese.

I was on the verge of grating the last chunk of cheddar cheese when I heard the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing followed by Blake's footsteps approaching the kitchen.

I looked up when I felt his presence and instantly felt my cheeks heat up.

I swear they were staring at me first. I just returned the action. And it was unintentionally. They were just popping right out of him, screaming "STARE INTO MY SOUL YOU THIRSTY LITTLE SHIT."

I'm talking about his abs by the way... not his nuts.

He was standing there, half-naked, wearing nothing but a white towel that was wrapped way too low around his waist, putting his six-pack and sharp V cut lower abs on full display. Water droplets were slowly trailing down his defined chest, making their way down his light treasure trail but stopping right over the towel.

My gaze made its way up to his sculpted chest and to his perfect face. His wet, now dark brown locks of hair had fallen against his forehead, covering the entire area along with his perfect eyebrows, the ends of some locks were brushing against his upper eyelashes while some were still standing up from his attempt of pushing the locks back by running his fingers through them, making him look like he had just come out of some swimsuit magazine cover or something.

Blake caught me staring at him and surprisingly didn't say anything. He just tilted his head a little to the side, gave me a sly smirk, and stared back.

Shit.

UGHHH. Couldn't he be a normal cocky jerk and say some smartass remark like "Take a picture, it'll last longer," or some crap! WHY DID HE HAVE TO MAKE IT TEN TIMES MORE EMBARRASSING AND LEAVE ME ALL FLUSTERED?

I can literally feel the heat spread throughout my chest and into the roots of my hair meaning I'm blushing like freaking crazy and I think I might slap myself from embarrassment.

I cleared my head and immediately averted my gaze to the kitchen counter. I heard Blake let out a deep chuckle right before simply saying, "That was fast," in an almost amused tone.

I looked up at his face and gave him a confused look.

What?

He eyed the toppings placed on the kitchen island and nodded his chin towards them.

"Oh, y-yeah Fajitas don't really take that much time, that's kinda why I chose to make t-them." I replied, still feeling HELLA embarrassed.

Why did my sinful eyes have to do me dirty like that?

Blake nodded before his gaze landed on the uncooked chicken breast strips. "You planning on cooking that? I'm not an expert at cooking or anything but isn't it better for the raw chicken to not be exposed for a very long time?"

"Uh- yeah about that, I was actually going to ask if you could cook it instead? It's just that I don't really- uhh- I- we had a different stove back in our old house so I don't really know how to use this one." I stuttered as I made up a lie on the spot.

Blake furrowed his eyebrows at me for a second before nodding, "Uh- yeah sure, let me just put some clothes on first," He answered, turning around to walk away.

I nodded and answered with a simple "okay" as I watched him walk away, his back muscles contracting diagonally as he was doing so.

Stop staring at his sexy back you creepy hoe. My brain yelled at me.

I really should sto-

Ovaries: NO. Stop being such a party pooper you little slimy pink piece of crap, you look like Darth Sidious's wrinkly pink butt cheeks after getting multiple spankings from Anakin Skywalker. Shut the hell up and let me enjoy the show while it lasts.

Brain: You uneducated little shit, if anyone would be getting a spanking it would be Anakin getting it from Darth Sidious since he's his lord, not the other way aroun-

Ovaries: OH MY GOD here we go again with the smartas-

I shook my head to stop the weird crap going around between my brain and ovaries and grabbed the cheese grater to finish grating the last chunk of cheese.

A few minutes later Blake entered fully clothed wearing a black hoodie and shorts. He stood in front of the stove, turning it on and placing the pan on top of it.

I glanced at his sleeves and then the fire and gulped "Y-you're not going to roll your sleeves up?" I asked him out of nowhere. It took me a few minutes to realize how that simple question made me sound and I internally screamed at myself.

Blake turned his head towards me, causing a few droplets of water to fly out of his wet hair and make contact with the fire, which caused it to hiss and rise a little for a second.

My eyes widened the second I heard the hiss and I flinched and held back a scream when I saw the fire rise. I felt panic rise in my chest but it all faded away once I saw the fire calm down almost immediately after it hissed.

Blake must have missed my reaction since his eyes shot back towards the stove when he heard the hiss and he simply went back to shaking the pan after rolling his sleeves up, exposing his veiny arms.

Before my ovaries could say some disgusting crap I heard the sound of the front door opening followed by Cole screaming "Honeyssss! I'm hooomeee!" as I made my way to the kitchen sink to wash my hands.

I chuckled lightly while Blake just shook his head and continued cooking the chicken on the stove.

"Watcha cookin'?" Cole asked as he entered the kitchen and sat on one of the chairs, resting his head against his palm with his elbow on the kitchen island.

"Mexican Fajitas," I answered, grabbing three plates from one of the cabinets and setting them on the table beside the shredded cheese, guacamole, vegetable toppings, sour cream, and tortillas.

Cole simply nodded his head and took a glance at Blake who was almost done cooking the chicken. "Since when do you know how to make Fajitas?" he raised a brow at Blake.

"I don't. Olivia just asked me to cook the chicken since she's unfamiliar with the stove." Blake answered, shaking his head a little to flip the few escaped locks of hair away from his eyes.

Cole placed another hand of his on his face to rest his head on and tilted his head to the side, wearing an adorable wide smile. "Awww~ my babies are bondinggg!" He cooed.

I rolled my eyes at him and smacked the back of his head from behind him, making him let out a way too high-pitched scream at the unexpected hit, muttering something about everyone hitting him in that specific spot.

Blake just ignored him and announced, "Chicken's ready." As he turned the stove off and placed the pan in front of Cole and me on the table on top of the silicon trivet, taking a seat and scooting closer towards the table.

I grabbed a glass of water and took a seat as well. I started making my Fajita while the other two finished making theirs and took their first bites. Cole let out a weird sound when he tasted it, his eyes rolling back and saying "fuuuc! vif if fo gooodd."

I chuckled and shook my head while Blake looked at Cole in a certain way, muttering "You must let out the best noises in bed." under his breath.

Cole clearly heard him because he let out a gasp and clutched his chest with his free hand "You fucker- You know, just for your information... I've got more than one compliment on the moa-"

"Please stop, I'm trying to eat here," I whined.

Cole let out a huff and continued to eat the rest of his Fajita, smiling as he took another bite when the both of us heard Blake let out a groan.

"You little bitch, what the hell was that for?" Blake slapped Cole with lettuce.

"You don't talk crap about my performance in bed and get away with it. Also, don't play with your food like that babe, didn't anyone tell you that smacking others with your blessings is considered rude and immature? Now kiss my booboo and apologize to that lettuce for-"

He was cut off by another slap in the face by a smirking Blake. "Does the 'booboo' feel better now, baby?" He asked as he took a bite out of the lettuce and kicked Cole in the shins causing him to groan and grab a tortilla and raise it in the air, indicating he's about to slap Blake with it.

I took another bite of my Fajita and continued to watch the scene in front of me while swinging my legs underneath the table, entertained.

Both of their heads shot towards my direction and Cole furrowed his brows while Blake raised his. "You're not gonna stop me?" Cole asked, sounding quite happy.

I shook my head. "Why would I stop you? I'm watching two grown idiots slap each other with the food they're going to eat later... this is hella entertaining, so go ahead, do your thing."

They looked back at each other and shrugged. Cole attempted to slap Blake with the tortilla but Blake ducked his head and eyed the guacamole.

"Oh hell no, you're not going to get that heavenly spread anywhere near my face... you'll waste the perfect avocado mush. You'll have to lick it off of my face if you do." Cole grinned at Blake.

Blake smirked back, "Was planning on doing so in the first place, maybe I'll get lucky and some of it will land on those lips of yours."

My eyes widened and I choked on my Fajita.

WHAT THE HELL?

Cole looked at him and bit his lips playfully "You naughty boy."

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FRICK?" I yelled out before Blake could respond with something even dirtier.

"What? You don't seem to find this hella entertaining?" Blake smirked.

"More like hella uncomfortable, please stop. You can go verbally bang each other later when I'm not here."

"Verbally?" They both said in unison. Their heads shot back towards each other immediately afterwards and they both burst into laughter while I chuckled a bit and continued eating my food.

I'm living with two idiots.

Ovaries: correction, hot idiots. I mean, have you seeenn Bla-

STOP.

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"I'm scared."

"Why the hell are you scared?"

"Bro you saw what happened the last time we woke her up! She was this close to dislocating your jaw." The unicorn in my dream whisper-yelled to the McDonalds Bigfoot employee.

"That's why you're the one doing it this time, plus it was your idea to wake her up at 1 a.m. just so she could help us sneak out your Juliet from her house and trash some kindergarten teacher's house." Bigfoot whisper-yelled as he pooped rainbows.

Wait isn't the unicorn supposed to be doing that?

"First of all, it's a preschool teacher's house. Second of all, you're the Juliet to my Romeo baby, Jordan's just the side chick." The fluffy unicorn said.

"Whatever. Just wake her up please." Big foot replied as he slowly started to turn into a chicken's thigh, still crapping rainbows.

"Okay, let me just start the speaker."

"What the hell do you need the speaker for? Wait Cole why are you holding two pieces of tortilla bread?" The chicken thigh asked as it started breakdancing.

"You'll see."

Suddenly the sound of a familiar children's song started playing from out of nowhere and it all happened too fast...

"If you're happy and you know it clap your hands"

I was woken up by the feeling of something smacking my face lightly but annoyingly and I opened my eyes to find that they were covered by something along with the rest of my face.

I sat up, causing the thing to drop from my face and land on my lap. I looked down and found two tortillas resting on my thighs, it was easy to tell and see what they were because of the lamp beside me that I could've sworn I remember switching off before going to sleep.

What the-

"HA! I TOLD YOU IT WOULD WORK WITHOUT ANY OF US ENDING UP IN THE HOSPITAL WITH A BROKEN JAW!" I heard someone scream from above me.

I jumped from the unexpected voice and the volume of it, causing the top of my head to hit something above me.

I looked beside me and saw Blake burst into laughter while Cole stood back clutching his nose while yelling "STOP LAUGHING THIS ISN'T FUNNYYY~ IT HURTS LIKE A BITCH!" And kicking Blake in the stomach, causing him to drop down on the floor and clutch his stomach, laughing and groaning at the same time, the children's song "If You're Happy" playing in the background.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked as I rubbed my eyes and yawned, still forty per cent unconscious.

The both of them stopped doing what they were doing and looked at me. They didn't answer and gave me wide smiles instead.

.....

"You're planning on doing WHAT?" I yelled at their faces.

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