A/n: Hi! So...umm...a few of you might know me from my Youtube Channel (Bluerow101) and some of you might know me from Dasey Nation (Bluerow) although I haven't really been on either in a while.
This story is one I've been working on, on and off since last Summer believe it or not...I'm just really shy, and procrastinating which is why it hasn't gone up sooner.
I have quite a bit written, so if you like it, let me know and I'll continue posting! Reviews are always appreciated, and constructive critism is welcome...I don't bite. :)
Anywhoos...this is a short part...but I'm working out the kinks on the next section, so enjoy for now?
Peace and Snickerdooles,
Bluerow
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A Little Spilled Milk
Derek-3:30am
Derek woke to the smell of peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. If there was one thing he was good at, finding food was it.
Unable to resist the urge, Derek lifted his covers off himself and slowly climbed out of bed. Stepping over the sea of dirty laundry, his hockey stick which was left there from his last hockey game, and what might have been a slice of pizza left from the week before, Derek made his way across the floor and over to the door.
Opening it, he looked down the hall. Why is Smarti's door half open? He wondered, concerned that something was wrong. Quietly heading down the hall, he peaked in his little sister's room to find a sleeping Marti with her covers half off and her monkey, sir-monks-a-lot, on the floor.
Slowly, Derek opened Marti's door, hoping it wouldn't creak as he did so. Reaching Marti, he replaced her stuffed monkey next to her, and lifted the purple covers so that she wouldn't be cold. Just looking at Marti made him smile. He really loved his younger sister. For a moment he even forgot why he had gotten up in the first place.
The cookies! He remembered suddenly, leaving Marti and closing her door as quietly as he could behind him. He quickly headed down the stairs, following the smell as he went.
Upon reaching the living room, he knew that he was close. The smell here was overwhelming. His stomach growled loudly, mmm…my favorite... it seemed to be telling him. Eat! Eat! It demanded. His mouth watered at just the thought of sinking his teeth into one of them.
It wasn't until moments later that he noticed a shadow of a figure sitting by the island in the kitchen. Who would be up at this hour? He wondered, stepping even more quietly now in hopes of sneaking up behind them. Better not be Lizzie, he thought, remembering the last time she baked cookies.
It had been for the bake sale at school, to save the rainforest or something, Derek remembered vaguely. He stopped, closing his eyes, trying to pin point the moment. He had grabbed one of the cookies off the tray, with much protest from Lizzie, and had placed it in his mouth, only to find them hard and much too salty. He spit them out only to crack a joke about giving them to Jamie. He made a face in the dark as he could practically taste the disgusting flavor in his mouth before continuing into the kitchen.
Luckily, Casey had a made a new batch for her that were absolutely delicious. Not only did they come out of the oven warm and chewy, but they had just the right combination of savory cookie, salty peanut butter and sweet chocolate pieces. They were perfect, he thought, although he would never admit it.
Just then, Derek felt something cold under his feet, and before he had a chance to stop he realized he was slipping…falling and before he knew it, Derek was on the floor, his butt lying parallel to the ground. A wave of pain came over him, followed by the sensation that he had fallen on something…wet…for his pants were soaked all the way through. But the thing that bothered him most was the quiet screeched that came from none other than Casey herself, standing in her pink robe and bunny slippers a foot away from the island.
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A/n: I hope that's not too cliff-hanger-ish...it wasn't my intention...it's just the next part really needs work :\ I'm kind of a perfectionist, sorry guys...but review, and maybe my insanity will change to inspiration :)
Peace and Snickerdoodles,
Bluerow
