A Kitchen Massacre

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A/N: Okay…I know it's taken a bit of time to update, BUT I have the next chapter done, actually it was done before this one, I realized I neglected some well-deserved Lizwin and I apologize R&R!!

Chapter 8: A Kitchen Massacre

"Edwin…what the hell is that supposed to be?" Lizzie looked down curiously at the substance in the bowl that was supposed dip.

"Greek cucumber and feta cheese dip…it's your mother's recipe, don't blame me!" He looked into the bowl with as much curiosity as Lizzie.

"I…I think it's alive…" Lizzie grabbed a teaspoon and went to poke at it, but Edwin grabbed her wrist gently, stopping her.

"Give," he took the spoon from her, "You'll probably drop it in there…and I'm afraid it might disintegrate. Plus if it falls in there, there is no way I'm going to-" the teaspoon slipped from his fingers and slowly got swallowed by odd substance. "…get it out. Oops." He chuckled lowly and looked at her.

"Nice work, Edwin." She sighed, "how the hell do we get that out? I'm not touching that thing with a twenty-foot pole after what just happened to that poor spoon." She shook her head.

"Well…why's Nora taking so long anyways?" Lizzie rolled her eyes.

"She's Christmas shopping, Ed, for Derek, Casey, Marti and you! What do you expect? You four can be the pickiest people alive…except for Derek when it comes to food…"

"Well…what do we do?"

"Change…we're going to start all over…without making our dip a Frankenstein project." She rolled her eyes and went to her room, Edwin on her trail to his.

XOXO

"You've lost your mind." George said to Nora as she peered through the garage window, unnoticed. She made a shushing motion then looked back into the small window.

"I don't see Casey…Derek's away from the door, it looks like he's freaking out over something…but where the hell is Casey?!" Nora whisper-yelled.

"Nora…you're supposed to be Christmas shopping and I'm supposed to hosting the party." George whined.

"Sh! Casey was behind Derek, she's standing now…she's walking away…now Derek looks like he's about to pull his hair out…this is great!" Nora exclaimed clapping her hands, George just looked at her with an odd expression.

"My son is going to be bald…and it's great?" He shook his head, "I don't want to know how your mind works…we need to get back." She shooed him with her hand and he sighed, leaving back to the cabin.

"What is going on?" She asked herself aloud.

XOXO

"Okay…let's try this again; but this time you are going to stand there and read me the recipe while I do the actual cooking…what's first?" Lizzie asked, rubbing her hands together.

"Well…since the other bowl is probably scarred for life…something shaped like a half-sphere that was made by the Russian military." She hit his head and he stuck his tongue out at her. "Fine, be that way." She rolled her eyes and grabbed the old bowl of dip from the counter to dump it out, but as she went she tripped on something and the contents that were once in the bowl landed on Edwin's head.

"Oh…my…God, Edwin! I am so, so, so, so, so, so sorry!" She cried out, but failed to keep in her laughter.

"You drenched my head in Greek dip, that just so happens to be alive, and your sorry? That spoon," he pointed to the spoon that lay on the ground, "is soggy, and you're SORRY?!" She nodded while wincing.

"Yeah…" She bit her lip and glanced at the spoon.

"Well…this will just have to settled, won't it?" Her eyes widened momentarily before she felt the downpour of eggnog in her shirt. "There…all better." He smirked that infamous Venturi smirk and set down the punch bowl that was holding the eggnog.

"Y-you…I can't believe you did that to me!" Her eyes went wide again, but Edwin's wider as she reached over and grabbed a decorative bowl containing some sort of European pudding, in a matter of seconds, Edwin was covered with orange pudding and black grapefruit seeds. His eyes closed briefly but snapped open.

"Oh, no, you didn't!"

"I'm afraid I did!" She put on a face of mock-shocked and ran around circular table in the kitchen. Edwin grabbed a bottle of some sort of sauce and held it up threateningly.

"Listen, I don't what this is, but I'm not afraid to squirt it; so back away from the pie and we'll all be safe, okay?" Lizzie picked up a pie and they slowly circled the table until one backed down. She finally held up her free hand.

"Fine; truce." Edwin smiled and nodded, it seemed though she were about to put down the pie but before Edwin could blink he had lemon and meringue all over his face. After wiping his eyes he saw Lizzie take off but before she reached the living room he nailed her with the squeeze bottle filled with the unknown sauce.

She let out a squeal at the cold hitting her back then began to run again, Edwin close on her tail. The guests at the party all laughed as the young teens dodged the clean guests in the pursuit to either get away or catch the other.

"Run, Ed!" Someone chanted.

"Go, Liz, go!" Someone else who had talked to Lizzie briefly called out. The laughter continued and George walked in, wondering what was so funny. That's when he saw the two stepsibling running around, full of food and loving every moment of it.

XOXO

"Wait a minute…where's her dress?" Nora asked herself as she saw Casey's bare legs walk away. "All she's wearing is Derek's suit jacket!" Nora whispered again.

She saw Derek repeatedly hit his head against the wall. "What is going on?" A million questions ran through Nora's mind.

Why was Casey wearing nothing but Derek's suit jacket?

Why was she walking away?

Why was Derek so angry with himself?

Where's her dress?

Why'd she take it off?

Did Derek tell her too? Nora gasped. Did she…did she strip for him? She shook her head frantically. Stop it, Nora; why would Casey dtrip for Derek? That's just plain old ridiculous…

But…why is she only wearing that? It's freezing!

What if Derek won some bet and she said she would do anything he asked for and he requested she take off her dress for him, so she did and Derek stared at her naked form then told her she could wear his jacket telling her it was because it was cold when it was really only because he wouldn't wash it later?

Oh, I think I'm loosing my mind!

Why are my teenagers so dense?

SHUT UP QUESTIONS! Nora shook her head frantically yet again.

"Oh my God…I'm yelling at myself in my mind!" She cried aloud to herself.

XOXO

The chase continued but as Lizzie dodged more people she tripped over the edge of the rug, a millisecond later Edwin tripped over it too; sending him to fall on Lizzie. She let out a grunt as he fell.

"Ow! Ed, get off!" She yelped but laughter accompanied her plea.

"You dumped living dip on my head, poured some weird pudding on me and threw a pie at my face! You deserve to get squished!"

"Hey! The first one was an accident! The second was because you poured eggnog down my shirt and the third was because you were threatening me with a squeeze bottle of sauce!" The room filled with laughter once again as the two argued playfully. He stuck his tongue out at her then made his way off.

"Fine, baby." This time she stuck out her tongue.

"Thank God, I could barely breathe!" She muttered but Edwin heard and before she could stand he sent his hands to her sides and she broke down in a giggle fit. "E-Ed, st-sto-stop! You…you kn-know I'm re-really tick-ticklish!" She cried out through giggles.

"Say sorry." She laughed fully at this point.

"F-fo-for what?!" He pouted.

"You made fun of me." He stopped his tickling and crossed his arms, furthering his pout. She rolled her eyes, still smiling.

"I'm sorry." She said in a baby voice then pinched his cheek. "C'mon, we've yet to finish that dip." The room combusted with laughter as the two made their way back to the kitchen.

George, still standing in the doorway shook his head.

"Well…what do you know? My wife really is a matchmaker; I just hope she's a miracle worker…that poor kitchen…" Was all that was said as he made his way back to tending to his guests.

A/N: Okay…I like my Lizwin, but you guys need to tell me what you think. PLEASE REVIEW!!!! I'll be holding the next chapter hostage until you do. So set the innocent chapter free by writing a REVIEW!!