Flashes of The Everyday: Cake is Evil
By: M14Mouse
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Summary: Never again will Chip go with his future mother-in-law for cake sampling.
30kisses theme: 28. The sound of waves
Chocolate…
Strawberry…
Chip's stomach tight up as a wave of nausea hit him. He lean into the toilet and tried to throw up. Nothing. His stomach was empty as it could possible be. He lowered himself back on the floor. He leaned against the rim of the toilet as he took deep breath.
Now, he knew why V didn't want to go.
Ughh…
Lemon…
Vanilla.
How many different favors did he try? He lost count around twenty. He couldn't believe there were so many flavors.
Butterscotch…
Mint…
Butter cream….
He couldn't say no to Mrs. Rocca. She always had been so nice to him. V warned that her mom would go crazy on any wedding stuff. He didn't realize how crazy she would go. She didn't like the fact when he said that he could make the cake either. She wanted a professional to handle it. That wasn't very nice. He thought he could bake quite well. He groaned as his stomach tight up into a ball. He brought his knees to his chest.
Raspberry…
Key Lime…
Cherry…
How many cake shops did they visit? Three or four. The people were very nice to him even he tried to eat the flowers. How was he supposed to know you aren't supposed to eat the flowers? You do on a birthday cake!
He frowned.
Coconut…
Almond….
Napoleon…
He really shouldn't have brought up the M word. She nearly threw a fit. What is wrong with magic? It's part of him and V. And when and if they have kids…they will have magic too.
He sighed.
Maybe he could talk V into eloping.
His stomach twitched in agreement.
Creamy Vanilla…
Strawberry Cream…
Chocolate Cherry…
Another wave of nausea hit him and he scrambled back to the toilet. Once again, he tried to throw up…with little success. He fell back onto the floor and curl up next to the toilet.
This is going to be a long night.
"Do you have any idea what you did to Chip? He's currently spending time with the toilet!" Vida's voice rang from the bedroom.
"Just a little stomach ache, my ass! He has been throwing up for the last three hours!"
He heard Vida pacing.
"Look, mom. We haven't even decided on a date. You're already planning invitations…and dresses…stupid crap like that. So back off!"
"Whatever…mom…whatever. I have to go. I have a very sick fiancé to take care of. Bye."
He heard her slam down the phone and walk toward the bathroom. The door opened and he could hear footsteps on the floor.
"How are you feeling, baby?"
"I lost to a bowl ball…"
"Ahh…Poor baby"
He felt her hand running through his hair. He sighed softly.
"V…Cake is evil."
She laughed softly.
"I suppose it is now, huh?"
Another wave of nausea hit but slowly the pain eased. He groaned softly.
"I don't want to throw up on you."
"You already did it once."
"I was 8 and you were spinning the merry go around too fast."
"True…but we had fun," She said as she wrapped her arms around him.
"Yes…we did. Of course, you got back at me…." He said with a sigh. He leaned back against her.
"You still remember that?"
"How could I forget? You and Mickey had a hotdog eating contest then we went on the crazy roll coaster," he said with a grin.
"Hey, he asked for it. The roll coaster was a lot of fun…until I got sick," She said.
He laughed until his stomach protested again. He groaned softly as he stopped laughing.
"Do you want some more of the pink stuff?"
"I would probably throw it up again."
She leaned on his shoulder.
"You know…I love you, right?"
"Is because I dealt with your mom today?"
"You did a beautiful job at it too."
"Thanks." He said with a grin.
Silence full the air between them. He began to listen to her breath. In and Out. Out and In. In and out. It kind of reminded him of the sound of waves. Slowly, he closed his eyes as sleep lure him in.
"Hey…wake up," Vida said as she shook him awake.
"What?" He groaned softly
"Wouldn't it better to sleep in a bed?"
"Only if I wasn't afraid to throw up in the bed."
"Blah…that is why they made the washer machine for."
"Okay…okay…I get up." He said as he removed himself from V's arms. She got up from the ground and kissed his cheek. He got up from the ground and leaned against the toilet.
"Hey, V…"
"Yes?"
"Can I have pie for my birthday?"
End of Cake is Evil.
A/N: Poor Chip...XD Anyway, thanks everyone for their reviews. You guys rock. As always, read and review if you wish.