Tittle: The Misadventures of Maria in the Kitchen: Meltdown
Author: Miri
Distribution: Courtney's M&M files, and anywhere else as long as you let me know.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money, don't sue.
Rating: PG, the horror!
Classification: Michael/Maria, although there is no smut, it's a comedy.
Feedback: Of course!
Dedication: To Courtney, Courtney Lynn, Savannah, Sothys, Meghann, Lissa, Brandi, SPRITTLEX, Bec, Melissa, and everyone else on the Rac list that I may have missed here.
Note: This is the second in a series of my own stupidities in the kitchen, which I will be telling through Maria. I cannot cook, I should stay away from all objects involving anything other than the microwave.

Maria was exhausted. Her soccer coach had
kept them in practice for an extra 2 hours. Maria
went into the kitchen to boil a pot of water.
She wanted to make some pasta and then
collapse on the couch.

Maria pulled out the large silver pot that her
mom always used. She filled it with water, and
set the stove to high. She went into her room, took
off her cleats and shinguards, and lay down on her bed.

//I'll just lay here for a few minutes, until I have to
put the pasta in.//

Darkness hit her the second she closed her eyes.
Maria slept peacefully, dreaming of Michael.
He was standing on a field of dead grass.
Steam was rising from the ground, and
Michael was yelling something to her. She
couldn't hear him over all the noise. She tried to
move closer, but a blast of heat hit
her in the face. He moved towards her,
and leaned his face in close to hers. She closed
her eyes, thinking he would kiss her, that deep,
hungry kiss that she loved.

When she had had her eyes closed for
about five minutes, and no kiss from
Michael had arrived, she opened her eyes again.
Michael stood there laughing at her. "What?"
she screamed at him, outraged for laughing at her.

He kept laughing. //If he doesn't stop laughing at
me, I'm going to knee him in the groin.//

"Maria, you're kitchen's on fire!" Michael giggled like a
little girl as he yelled this.

Maria, the real Maria, abruptly sat up
in bed. A horrible odor filled the air.
"Oh, my God! The water!!"

She dashed into the kitchen, the smoke was thick
and choking. She ran to the stove. Her
mother's favorite pot was liquefied! Silver
material was running down the side of the stove.

Once she had turned off the heat, she glanced at
the clock. //My Lord, I was asleep for four hours!//

She groaned and set to work on scraping dried silver
stuff off the stove.