A Hatred Of Pie
Easy as pie had to be the stupidest phrase ever to exist. Pie was not easy, not in any way. It was an impossible culinary feat. That's what Nick thought as he checked the oven to see another failed attempt at pie. One of them had been burned, one's crust was to thin and the apples dripped out, and another had burst into flames, while sitting on the kitchen counter! He had no idea how that was even possible! He did know, however, that pie was officially the dumbest food ever.
"I hate pie!" He yelled into the oven as he looked at a pie whose apples had hardened to caramely stuff.
"Um, why do you feel the need to tell that to the oven?"
"Because, Macy, it has ruined every pie I have attempted to make!" Macy raised her eyebrows and a small smirk formed on her perfect lips.
"How many pies have you failed at making?" She asked a slight laugh in her voice.
"I would rather not disclose that information," Nick informed her as he turned to make another attempt at pie, "We'll just say that pie hates me."
"Pie doesn't hate you! Here I'll help make the next pie and it will turn out right!" Macy announced as she started getting pots and pans out of cupboards and mixing ingredients. She grabbed a hair band and tied her chocolate brown hair up in a messy pony. The pair worked in silence, only saying something when instruction the other in another step of pie making. Macy was stirring animatedly when Nick spoke up.
"How do you like LA?" He asked, genuinely curious.
"It's nice," She said, not looking up from her bowl of wet ingredients that she was whisking with vengeance. Strands of her soft hair were escaping from the pony tail, and without thinking, Nick reached over and tucked them behind her ear. She looked up abruptly and met his gaze for a moment before returning to her bowl.
"Yeah, LA is pretty cool, not so many crazed fan girls," Macy continued, at the mention of fan girls, a smile crept onto Nick usually serious face. They combined all the ingredients for both the crust and the filling. Nick placed the crust in the oven, and they both found themselves with nothing to do for at least 20 minutes.
"Wanna play War?" Macy suggested, her hazel eyes lighting up at the prospect of a game.
"Sure," Nick agreed, and they continued to take out the cards and play.
Twenty minutes later, Macy had beaten him, and it was time to put in the filling and top layer of crust. Macy took the apples out of the fridge and spooned them into the crust, getting a great deal on her hands. Nick carefully laid the top layer over the apply goodness and placed the pie in the oven for another ten minutes. They watched it through the oven door, waiting for their results. When the timer went off, Macy rushed to the door and flung it open, and a huge cloud of smoke blasted over her face revealing a blackened pie.
She stood up and looked to Nick and said with a very serious expression, "Pie does hate you."
YAY PIE! Hahah, I got that idea from my hatred of the mathematical Pi. IMPOSSIBLE! Read and Review. Constructive criticism is welcome, and praise is good too!
-Izzy! (Randomness37 AKA Dawn is pretty cool for being my publicist! Please tell her that!)
Izzy... I'm your PUBLISHER. I'm not your PUBLICIST. There IS a difference.
-Dawn