"Onii-san," Wendy softly said peering around the door that lead to her big brothers room, "do you want some French-fries? I'm going to make some."
The pink-haired 18 year old glanced at her. "Yeah, I can go for some fries," he said before returning his attention back to the magazine in his hands.
"Okay," she said before closing the door.
Wendy went to the pantry, grabbed the vegetable oil, and walked into the kitchen. The kitchen had a classic modern design to it. The walls were a pale yellow with a marble backsplash that matched the counter tops. There was an island in the center of the room yellow bar stools were tucked in on one side. The cabinets were white with doors the same color as the walls.
Wendy took out a pot, poured oil in it, and placed it on high on the stove. She got bored waiting for it to heat up so she went into the living room to watch TV.
Time passed. Wendy got in grossed in the TV. It wasn't until a commercial came on that she smelled something. She sniffed. It smelled like smoke. Wendy ran to the kitchen, and her eyes widened in horror. The pot was on fire.
She thought of what could put out a fire. Water, water could put out a fire. Turning the faucet on, she flicked water at it. Seeing that that was going nowhere, she cupped her tiny hands together, and tossed a handful of water in to the pot.
A huge fire ball spat up, singed Wendy's hair, and scorched the ceiling, microwave, and cabinets above the stove.
Wendy started to hyperventilate. She gave one last try to put it out with the pots lid, but the fire was too hot for her to get close. She threw the lid at the pot. The lid coasted over and landed on the other side of the pot.
Tears threaten to fall on Wendy's face. Not knowing what else to do she screamed, "Natsu! NATSU!"
Hearing his sister call for him, Natsu opened his door.
"What the f*ck happen!?" He yelled, seeing the kitchens state. He didn't wait for an answer. He ran to the pot, cussing all the way. "Wendy open the *beep* front door." He said grabbing the pot. Wendy threw the door open. Natsu passed by her and crossed the porch. He dropped the still flaming pot in a flower bed, coating flowers in hot oil. A few flames had managed to survive the fall. Natsu ran to the sink, filled some cups with water, came back, and poured water on the few flames remaining. With a soft sputter the fire finally went out.
"Onii-san, I'm sorry. I-I...," Wendy sobbed. Natsu looked at the 12 year old. She was sniffing and wiping her eyes. Natsu patted her head.
"It's okay. I should have made sure you knew what you doing. You're not hurt any where are you?" he gave her a once over.
"No but my hair is singed" Wendy said when she got herself under control. Her brother glanced at the deep fry flowers, the same flowers that Grandeeney had spent months working on, and then at the trashed kitchen.
"Go get your shoes on, we're going." Natsu said.
"Where?"
"McDonalds."
"Why?" Wendy asked. She put on her shoes. Natsu did the same and grabbed his keys and favorite scarf.
"Cause, I don't want to be here when mom comes home."
