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Piper stared open mouthed at the scene before her. The special pasta with her late mother's secret sauce that Piper had spent all day making lay scattered about the kitchen table, and bits of chicken that had flown through the air now resting in random areas of the floor. The boys of the Storm Hawks- Junko, Finn, Stork, Radarr and Aerrow and vacuumed up the whole meal in less than a minute.
Piper had been hoping for left overs to last the rest of the week. But the boys couldn't help it—they were all so hungry.
Junko and Finn, as usual, dug in and helped themselves to all the food they could lay their hands on, no plates or utensils required. Aerrow had been a bit more civilized-the food made it to his plate before it got stuffed in his mouth. Radarr made himself at home in the pasta bowl and Stork made little comment on mind worms through the meal. In the time it took Piper to cut up her chicken, the guys completely made a mess of the dining area.
She stared from her seat, fork stuck halfway to her agape mouth. She was finally broken out of her trance by a huge burp from Junko.
"I have to say Piper, that was delicious! And surprisingly…filing." Finn triumphed Junko's burp before speaking himself.
"Yup. That was satisfying, just like the Finn-ster himself. Chica-cha!" he said, doing his signature move.
Unfortunately, this caused him to do another signature move—he fell over in his chair.
Aerrow turned to Piper. "That was a very good meal. Thank you so much, Piper." He sent an eye to the rest of the group, and the all chorused a loud "Thanks Piper", while Radarr rubbed the top of his head on Piper's cheek. The boys simultaneously issued innocent smiles, as though apologizing for the mess they made.
Although Piper tried to make an angry face, she couldn't seem to fight the mile inching across her face. "I'm glad you liked it. Now, since it was so good, no one minds helping me clean up, right?"
Her only answer was a rush of wind as everyone besides Aerrow ran off into their rooms.
"I'll help you, Pi." Aerrow said. She looked about the room.
"I'm going to need it."
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Thirty minutes later, the plates were all brought into the kitchen and the pasta sauce was scraped off the ceiling (Piper didn't even want top know). Aerrow had been put to work washing the dishes with Piper stationed at his right, drying. They spent the last few minutes in silence, enjoying each others company while lost in their own thoughts.
I wish I could just tell her I love her already, Aerrow thought, but every time I try something interrupts us, or I chicken out. Pretty soon I may lose the chance…
He was shaken out of his stupor when he realized they finished cleaning. He looked over at Piper (again), and realized she was spaced out, looking peacefully out the window while wisps of her midnight blue hair tickled her cheek. Aerrow decided to let his guard down, at least for a while, and let himself act like her best friend instead of her squadron leader. With a mischievous smile, he pulled out a handful of bubbles form the sink, and aiming carefully, blew them into Piper's face.
"Ahh!" Piper said, surprised at what happened. "Hey, Aerrow! Cut it out!"
"Okay", he said, and began to tickle her instead.
"No! Aerrow, stop that, I'm ticklish!"
"That's the point!"
Piper picked up a wet towel that was lying on the counter near her, and started playfully hitting Aerrow with it. Dodging carefully, Aerrow said "Now THAT is unfair!"
He tickled her even more, making her back up until she was cornered. Grabbing her wrists, he jokingly pinned her down to the counter. They stood like that, laughing harder than they had in a long time, when an idea struck him.
Leaning down, he slowly got closer to her face. Instead of Piper backing away as he had expected, she began to close her eyes. Their lips were mere centimeters apart when Finn burst into the room.
Aerrow and Piper backed away from each other as quick as they could, blushing like crazy.
"Hey, guys, sorry if I'm interrupting anything."
"No, no!"
"Not at all!"
"Well, whatever." Finn continued. "Hey, did I mention my cousin Neb is going to come stay with us? That's cool, right? His home Terra was raided and they're all rebuilding…"
Aerrow regained his leader stature once again. "We'll help anyone in need. We don't have much planned so it should be pretty safe here. When is he coming?"
A loud crash came from the hangar. "I guess I didn't mention he's coming like, now, did I?" Finn said, giving a sheepish look. As he ran to the hangar, Piper yelled "You could give us a little notice next time!"
She and Aerrow glanced at each other, blushing again as they made their way to meet their guest. They reached the hangar to see a guy about their age pulling off a helmet and hopping off a really remarkable scooter.
He was a really attractive guy, who didn't really look much like Finn, except for the eyes. He was tall, had sandy-brown hair, and was dressed to kill.
"Hey cuz!" he said greeting Finn. He extended a hand out to Piper. "Ah, you must be Piper. I'm Ned, and it's very nice to meet you. Finn, why didn't you tell me she was so beautiful! I would have dressed nicer!"
Piper giggled. "Oh, no, you're fine. It's nice to meet you too."
Nebs flamboyant flirting made something in Aerrows chest growl with dislike.
"You must be Aerrow. I really appreciate the hospitality." Aerrow forced a small smile.
"That's what we Storm Hawks do." He replied, making his grip unnecessarily hard. Finn threw an arm around Neb's shoulder.
"Yeah! It's Finn and Neb, together again!"
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