A/N- here is chapter 2! I can't believe how many people liked it! It makes me so happy to see the such great responses it gets. Every time I get a notification about a review, follow, favorite, I do a happy dance! No, but seriously I do! It makes me like one of the happiest people in the world. So thank you to everyone who has reviewed and liked it! So well here is the chapter. I promised to have it out this week even though I am busy a lot with school and everything but since it was written already it makes it easier to update. I was going to try and get it out earlier but I couldn't, sadly. I was too busy. But here it is. I really hope you guys like it and keep those reviews and everything coming because I am looking forward to many happy dances! Enjoy!
Chapter 2
MITCHIES POV
I grabbed a palm full of flour and decided it was time for payback. He closed the door and looked at me. "This." And I threw it as hard as I could and it hit right in the face. I put my hands to my mouth and started laughing then threw my hands in the air, "Victory!" I was in a fit of laughter and he was just looking at me through the flour, which made me laugh even harder. But then a handful of flour hit me square in the face.
"Oops, it slipped." He just smiled at me and I glared at him. He shrugged while a smile spread right across his face and started to laugh like there was no tomorrow.
I just slowly shook my head back and forth giving him the look to be afraid, very afraid. "You are going to wish you didn't do that. You are going to pay." This only made him laugh harder clutching his sides. I just looked at him and wrapped my arms behind my back. Nonchalantly I grabbed as much flour as I could but making sure that none would fall. I slowly made my way up to him and he stopped laughing and looked at me. A smile spread across my face as big as possible and I brought my hand in front of me and threw the flour right on his face. He coughed quickly since his mouth was open when I tossed it and a good chunk made it in. When he coughed a puff of flour came right back. Behind the flour I could see his beautiful eyes gleaming right back at mine. I started to chuckle because he looked so ridiculous. Then I felt tears coming from laughing so hard. He walked right past me and I still stood there laughing at him. But as I finally stopped, I turned slowly because I could hear footsteps slow down to a stop. Unprepared, a giant mound of flour hit me square in the face.
He was smiling at me, "Now that is what some of us like to call payback. It really does suit you nicely. Maybe you should keep it like that permanently. I think I like you better this way." He was laughing. Oh that is was he called payback? I smiled at him walked right past him and he turned around and looked at me. I grabbed the umbrella that was kept in the corner. He looked at me funny and then went to check the cookies. Making sure he was paying no attention I started to fill the entire closed umbrella with flour. Then I wrapped it closed so that nothing would fall out but made sure it was loose so I could open it at a little pull. He turned back at me and I put the umbrella on my shoulder. "You know Mitch its bad luck to open umbrella's inside." I nodded and put it over his head. I smiled and he looked at me funny. I pulled the little string and the umbrella flew open covering him from head to toe in flour. He had not expected it so he had no time to react and get out of range. I smiled and placed it on the floor. He was absolutely downced in flour. He looked hilarious and like a snowman. He shook a little like a puppy shaking the rain off their fur coats. It was adorable and funny as well. I was now in such a fit of laughter on the ground trying to breath. He stood there trying not to laugh. I knew he thought it was funny. Anyone who would walk into here right now would be laughing too even though they had absolutely no idea what happened. They would probably look at us funny but that is because well, it was funny. This entire scenario was hilarious. Then what happened next was a little of a blur. We both stood there in silence but we were both staring at each other knowing what was going to happen next. We each grabbed as many bags as we could and we ran to different parts of the kitchen. He took the first shot but mine came about a nanosecond after. A flour war was started. Everything was covered in flour. But neither of us cared or really noticed that nothing was free of a coating of flour. It was going everywhere but it really wasn't about revenge anymore. It was just about having some fun. When we both ran out of all of our bags we crossed into the middle of the kitchen. We were both absolutely covered in flour. There was probably not one place that was free of it. We suddenly both found ourselves in a fit of laughter because we looked so absolutely ridiculous. It was just too funny looking at each other because we were a total mess. By the looks of how he looked post flour war makes me question how I looked. I probably looked just as crazy.
The laughter was just incapable to be stopped while we finished the last batches of cookies. We were lucky to have had just the right amount of flour left. At least it's the end of the summer so there won't be any problem with not having really any flour left. Unless my mom decides to do any random baking which I am going to guess she won't but she is weird so who really knows. We each placed the last trays down on the counter and sighed. "Done. We should probably clean up."
He laughed, "Eh, it's the end of the summer. Brown won't mind a little mess."
"A little mess? It looks like a tornado or bomb went through here. I don't think he would be too happy about this or my mom for that matter. She has a thing where if a kitchen is not clean then she will like hyperventilate freaking out, even if it's not her kitchen."
"Ugh, fine. But can't we take a break for a bit. I just need to relax for a bit. Pleeeeaaasssseee?"
I laughed at his whininess, "Fine you big baby." He cheered and I rolled my eyes. "But only for a little while."
"Fine." We then collapsed on the floor and lied there for a bit in silence. I was in probably in at least about 3 inches of flour. It was so soft. Snow-angel time! Well, flour angel. I heard laughing next to me. "What's so funny?"
"You. It's amusing to see you right now making what a snow angel but instead made of flour. You are so silly."
"Why thank-you. I will take that as a compliment, jerk." I laughed. "You know, I don't care how silly I look. It's fun so I am okay with how idiotic it may seem. I like to be a child sometimes." He leaned up and held himself up by his arms. He just looked at me and I stopped. I was in a big X position so I looked pretty strange. "I love the snow. But I hate the cold. So the flour right now I guess is a snow substitute." I shrugged and leaned on my arms as well. He was now looking at me intensely, well I really don't know because about his entire face was covered in flour. There were really only eyes looking at me. But they showed intensity in a way. I looked down then back at him, "What?"
"There is something so different about you." I looked down avoiding my eyes from his, but then I felt a finger touch my chin and lift it up. "A good different Mitch. I like that you are different. Ordinary."
"Ordinary? I am a complete nobody. There is nothing special about me. At school, I have one friend. Then the rest of the time I am just made fun of. I am a loser who fits in nowhere."
"Please don't say that about yourself! There is so much special about you. You are absolutely beautiful and you are totally somebody. You have the most special voice that even before I laid my eyes on you I knew that you were special. You love to make snow-angels, well right now made of flour and I think that is amazing because it shows your inner child, which a lot of people don't have anymore and grow out of it, but I think is amazing. And without even knowing you were the one with the voice, I was falling for you."
"I don't know Shane." He grabbed onto my hands and squeezed them.
"I do know though, Mitch. You are beautifully special and amazing." Aw, he is so sweet to say that. But I don't know.
SHANES POV
I don't get why she has no ability to believe in herself. She is the most amazing person I have ever met in my entire life. She has changed me and made the whole bad boy image to drain out of me. I was a new person who was ready to start recording new music that changed our sound. That was all inspired about her. She is a music muse to me.
But its time to change the topic. What to talk about? I know! "So Mitch? I don't get it?"
"Get what?"
"How you know so much about all the cooking. I know your mom is a cook so I guess you get that from her but so sneaky as well."
"Well, yeah. I got it from my mom. I know most people don't say that they get cooking from someone. I don't really cook all too well, but I caught on to baking pretty easily. It came naturally actually. I was always in a kitchen while I was younger, so I guess that made it so much easier. I think my mom took me with her always when she had an event. Before she opened her own catering business, she worked in all these different places where everyone loved her so she was able to always bring me along. Everyone loved me and I remember always helping when I could even when I was like 4 or something."
"So you pretty much grew up in kitchens?"
"Yup, instead of going to the park all the time or daycare, or shipped between babysitters my mom just took my with her. My dad had to keep working though all the time because we needed the money at the time."
"That doesn't seem horrible. Being in a kitchen all the time actually sounds like it'd be fin. I hated babysitters. Well plus none of them could handle me."
"No one could handle you? You were a trouble maker back then too?" She laughed.
"Yeah, I was a wicked troublemaker. I am pretty sure there was a time when I went through 3 nannies in a day. But there was also a time when I had these horrible ear infections. Actually I always did so to stop them they put tubes in my ears. But before that, I was irritated by these ear infections and all I would do is cry and throw tantrums that we went through at least a nanny a day or more. I think I had like 10 different nannies in a week."
"Yikes. That sounds terrible. Tubes in your ears? Yuck. That sounds so uncomfortable. Sorry, that sounds so miserable."
"Yeah, it did. It's okay. But you were in a kitchen all the time. That sounds so fun. I would just sit there experimenting all the time."
"Actually I did. I was always experimenting with something. I was always allowed. They never cared what I did or used."
"Nice."
"I remember the first things ever done. I was the dough kneader. My mom makes homemade dough when she makes pizzas' and she always had me play with it until it was soft enough to roll out."
"What did you first make while experimenting?"
"I think it was cookies. My mom was making chocolate chip like these here, but when she wasn't looking I decided to add food coloring to all the batches. I made sure to mix it in so she didn't notice. By the time she noticed it was too late and if she restarted it would have put her way behind of schedule. So she had to take rainbow chocolate chip cookies with her to the wedding that she was working at. I was 4 when I did that. She wasn't too happy about it but the wedding party thought it was hilarious and adorable. They tasted good too so she wasn't as mad about it in the end."
"So you were a troublemaker as well then. I should have figured." Haha, she was adorable and that just made her so much more amazing. Plus, a homemade meal or baked goods seems very nice to me.
"Yes, I was a troublemaker. But not a 'wicked' one like you."
"Hey, being a wicked troublemaker was fun. Plus, thinking about it. Being a wicked trouble maker by the end resulted well."
"What? They finally gave up trying to find someone to watch you? They just left you home alone to fend for yourself?"
I laughed at this. "No, I did not have to fend for myself. But yeah, they gave up searching for someone and just brought me along with them. My dad is in the music business, so I was brought to the recording studio. They tried to just leave me in a vacant office or meeting room but I'd sneak away and just roam the building. But make sure to be back before I was noticed gone. I ended up in their music rooms usually just playing guitar or piano. But one day, I was in one of the rooms playing guitar and singing a song that I wrote and I lost track of time. They searched all over the building until they stopped outside the room I was in. I didn't notice they were in the room until I put the guitar down and heard murmurs behind me. I turned to see my dad and a couple of his business partners staring at me. They put my into voice lessons that night and told me I'd make it big one day."
"Well then they were right about that. You have made it big, no HUGE. I guess being a wicked troublemaker can have its perks in the end."
"Yeah I guess so. But I am pretty sure you have got that wicked troublemaker in you too." She was staring at me confused. "What I don't get is where you got the idea of putting all the flour in the umbrella."
"Oh that? My dad did the same thing once but with sugar to my mom. We were in the kitchen making sugar cookies I believe for a party and he decided to sneak up and drop it on her. But instead it got both of us. I think there is probably still sugar permanently in between the tiles in the floor. I made sure that later I could get him to teach me his trick. I guess I know that it works now." She smiled. Of course I was her first victim to the umbrella trick. But I made sure to get her back. I should get her to teach me it so I can get Nate and Jason. It got really silent again and we were both just lying on the ground.
MITCHIES POV
I just spilled like my entire life as a kid to him and he did the same. Why is it just so easy to talk to him? It is as though I've known him all of my life. It was still silent when I decided to break it. "We really need to be cleaning this up. Plus I am pretty sure that we have been here so long that someone is going to start to look for us and they are going to see this. Probably not the best thing."
"Fine. Let's get this cleaned and join people looking like we went through a snow storm or something."
Haha, yeah, probably not the best plan. "Oh man, I forgot how we looked for a minute. We should probably clean ourselves up." We went back into a fit of laughter and he stood up. He held out a hand and I grabbed it and was pulled up.
"Let's clean."
But before we could I heard laughter come from a corner of the kitchen. I looked around and saw my mom and Brown staring at us. Whoops. Too late, to try and hide tonight's events. "Um, hunny? What happened here? I came for the cookies noticing they still weren't there and well…"
I looked at Shane and we started to laugh. They were both looking at us as though we had a major problem. I gasped for air, "Sorry guys. The cookies are done, they're over there." I said pointing to the counter.
"Okay but what happened to you guys?"
"Um…"
"Shane? Poppet?" It is so weird that Brown calls people poppet.
"Well, a flour fight? It just got a little out of hand."
"Flour fight? A little out of hand? It looks as though a bomb went off or something." Mom was now laughing in hysterics and so was Brown. I thought they were going to kill us. Guess not. I looked at Shane and he looked just as shocked as me. Then all of a sudden I felt something hit my head. I turned to see my mom laughing. She threw something at me. "Mom? What did you just throw at me?"
"Oh you know, some sugar." I now was laughing with her and I grabbed some and threw it but it missed her and instead hit Brown right in the face. Whoops. I was now clutching my sides laughing and Shane seemed to be in the same state. My mom was already on the floor laughing. But then I ducked quickly when a wad of sugar went right past me and got Shane. Who threw it though, none other than Brown; I guess he is thinking revenge as well. Now a sugar fight? We were all laughing and the sugar fight ended a little later. "Hunny, you really might want to clean up. You too, Shane." She said as she wiped off her face. She gave Brown the towel and he did the same.
"Good idea Connie. You both go and enjoy the rest of the night. We can deal with the mess later or something."
We nodded and they walked out of the kitchen. I looked at Shane and he shrugged, "Grownups orders. Let's go. I think it is time for that canoe ride."
"But Shane, we are a mess. We should clean up first."
"Eh, nah. Whatever. I don't care what people think. Do you?"
"Nah. Let's go." We walked out of the kitchen and went outside. It was pretty pitch black out but the moon was gleaming off the water.
A/N- well there you go! The Smitchie stuff is still coming in the next chapters. And to those who love the Caitlyn, Jason, Nate, and others. Keep reading on to the upcoming chapters because they will be they will be there! I will again try and update soon since the upcoming chapters are written. But it depends on my schedule. But, if I get lots of reviews and feedback I could possibly release the next chapter sooner! (Keep that in mind if you want to know what happens next). I am so sorry about the delay, once again. I've been telling people it's posted but it won't work. I am terrible sorry. I am thinking that my Internet is a tad screwy so if it doesn't work that is because of the Internet connection. But I promise that I will get them up! I hope you have a great rest of your Friday and enjoy your weekend! Love you all!
