Chapter 9: She's Gonna Blow!!!
A sudden jolt woke me up and I opened my eyes to peer into shining blue eyes. I knew could only belong to one person.

"Oh God Flack!" I muttered turning over in the bed and pulling the pillow over my head. "I thought we had a rule about that." Flack clearly had been up for a while, his hair was brushed and the "morning look" he usually sports was not there.

"We did, but it expires when the clock hits ten. That's what you said last time I was here." I looked over at the clock and the numbers were clear to me. 9:15.

"Flack…it's not ten."

"Well, sorry! But I am bored!" Flack groaned getting off of me and sitting on the end of the bed. "I never realized how boring your house is when everyone's either sleeping or away."

"Go play with Dee," I grumbled. "Keisha needs sleep."

"Nooo, Keisha had a full 8 hours!" Flack cried shoving me to the side. He didn't realize his own strength and I rolled out of the bed and crashed on the floor.

"If I get up, will you never do that again?" He held out his pinky finger.

"New Yorker honor." I held out my pinky and they linked.

"Well, now that I'm up, do you want breakfast? I'll make you waffles because, well, I want them too. You're nothing special at this point." Flack pretended to have a surly face on but I knew he could tell that I was joking.

"Can I help? I don't like feeling useless." Flack commented.

"Well then, you're not going to like the rest of your life." I responded chuckling. Flack gave me a shocked face and I gave him a hug. "You know I'm just kidding around, yeah you can help. But not around anything that could burn you or slice you or…you can pour the orange juice."

"Well that's a job I can handle." We walked into the kitchen and I took out the ingredients for waffle batter, which would be eggs and the like.

"Hey Flack can you get me the baking powder?" Flack reached into the cupboard and tossed me a box, which I dropped. "Oops."

"Ladies and gentlemen, the reason Keisha Thomas does not play baseball!"

I laughed pouring all the ingredients in a big bowl. We stood there in silence as I focused on making sure the house didn't blow up and Flack was just…silent.

"Hey Keish?"

"What broke last night?"

"Nothing! I'm a perfect child." Flack laughed as he walked over to the side of the kitchen I was residing in. "So, what exactly is it about Danny that you like so much?" I stopped making the batter to turn and stare at him.

"Where is that coming from? Are you jealous?" I teased as I nudged his ribcage with my elbow. "You know you're the number one guy in my life."

"Pshaw, I knew that. Why else would you keep letting me in?"

"No, no, no Flack. You don't understand I don't let you in…you break in."

"Your point?" I sighed and put some batter on the iron before shutting it. "Hey Keisha, it's been a while since we've had a Keisha/Flack day."

"I know, but everything has been so hectic and all that." I responded, glancing towards the waffle irons I cleaned up remnants of the spilled milk and egg yolk from the counter. "You wanna have one today?"

"Well, yeah, that's what I'm overall getting at." Flack replied, opening the bottom drawer with our plates and whatnot, peering inside. "Plates or bowls?"

"I can't believe you're asking me this. Don't you ever do this kind of stuff at your house?"

"What house?"

"You know, four walls, roof, mailbox with the name 'Flack' written on it." I laughed, knowing very well this would pretty much blow his mind.

I walked over to him with the bowl of the batter to put in the fridge and I tripped over him and fell on top of him. The bowl of batter? Well, let's just say that it was no longer constrained to the bowl…

"Oh! Batter! Burning my eyes!"

"Well if you hadn't lain on the kitchen floor…I cannot believe I'm even saying that!" I muttered standing up. Whereas Flack took the blow on his head and his lower half, I was COVERED in the stuff. It dripped off of my hair as I grabbed a dish towel to wipe my face off. Johns licked some of the batter off of his finger and smiled.

"On the bright side, it tastes good." I stopped wiping my face off to facepalm myself. Facepalming is when you smack yourself in the forehead with your palm.

"Thank you Mr. Half Full." He smiled and ate some more off of his hand. My dog who had woken up sometime during the commotion was now lapping away at the spilled batter. I decided to give into curiosity and taste it. I licked some off of my finger and my eyes shot open. "Flack…"

"What did I do now?" Flack asked, wiping his face off with his shirt. "Well that did no good; there was batter on this damn shirt."

"Which box did you throw me?" He looked past me to the orange box sitting on the table.

"Baking soda, why?"

"You idiot! I told you baking powder!" The waffles were rising at an obscene rate and I struggled to turn it off but once the top sprang open, half baked waffles shot out of it, covering us again. As we stood there I glared at Johns who was picking pieces of waffles off of his shirt and eating them.

"Yum. I taste good. Although you were right, the baking powder made it a little off."

"Just…a…little." I said taking a piece off of the iron and munched on it. Yep, it was baking soda. I held up my piece to Flack. "A toast?"

"No, I believe that's a waffle. But we could try toast if you want to…"

"NO TOAST!"

A/N: All right, this is short. I know that. BUT if you all are good and leave me comments, I've typed up some Keisha/Flack fluffy nonsense. Seriously, it almost made me cry when I was typing it.