Surprise! Part TWO! ;)
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN iCARLY!
chapter | nine
It's about two in the afternoon, and I'm in the kitchen cooking dinner since we don't have school or work today. I'm trying to make macaroni and cheese from a recipe on SplashFace and so far, I'm doing a good job.
I can't help but think about Freddie and I having sex again earlier this morning. We had a conversation about if we wanted to continue our friends with benefits thing, and I said yes. We also talked about how he enjoyed what we did and to make things even, so did I.
A part of me thinks it's weird that I'm having sex with my best friend, but the other part of me thinks how enjoyable it can because what we're doing has no emotions whatsoever. We're not boyfriend and girlfriend, so it's safe to have sex with each other.
Besides, I'm done with the whole dating thing for a while.
As I'm cooking the mac and cheese, I sense someone is walking behind me, with noticeable footsteps.
Fredward is such an idiot.
Before he could scare me, I whipped myself around and put my hands in the air, doing a Sulley from Monsters Inc. impression, and scared him.
"Boo!" I shouted.
He screamed like a girl and rested his hand on his chest, trying to find his breath again. "My God! How'd you know I was behind you?"
"You've been doing this for years and you think you can fool me? I'm not having it." I smirked, turning around continuing to cook.
"That sucks...now I'm going to be bored." He mumbled. I chuckled because he's acting like a baby.
"Oh well, you'll live." I mix the three layer of cheeses with a wooden spoon in a big metal pot. I don't know why cooking is so hard to achieve at because of the rules to follow. I hate cooking, but I'm going to have to eat sometime, right?
"So you're making mac and cheese for dinner, huh? Well, it looks like I'm gonna die today." He shrugged.
I hit his stomach and he responds with a grunt of pain. "Shut up! I'm trying my best here." I pouted.
"You know I'm just kidding, Sammy." He laughs, and wraps his arms around my hips, hugging me. I grin at the gesture and couldn't help but lean my back into his chest.
"Okay, I forgive you, I got this from SplashFace. Hopefully, it tastes good." I explained as I grabbed the bowl of the plain mac and cheese and poured them into the pot with the cheeses.
"Well, it smells good. Do you want any help?" He asked, pulling his arms away from my body.
"Uh, yeah thanks." I smiled.
He walks next to me and waits for the orders I have to give him for the recipe to work.
After Freddie and I had finished cooking the macaroni and cheese, we ate the food at the dinner table, and I have to say that it was a great meal.
"Man, that was good." He said leaning his back on the chair.
"That's good," I said, happy that he actually liked something I cooked.
"You're getting better and better every day. You didn't screw up this time."
"Boy, shut up," I warned teasingly as he brings a smile on his face.
"Well, you did have help so I'm not going to make you take all the credit." He shrugged while picking up his can of Peppy Cola and takes a sip of it.
"Whatever," I took my last bite of mac and cheese, put the fork on the empty plate, and pushed the plate an inch away from me. "So, I have a question I want to ask you," I said nervously not knowing what else is going to come out of my mouth.
"What is it?" He asked.
"On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate our...thing...last night?"
I don't know why I'm asking this question, but for some reason, I have to know if I messed up or what we did was not his style so we could do better next time.
"On the scale of one to ten?" He looks away from me and thinks into deep thought. After what feels like an hour of silence, he looks back at me with soulful eyes and sighs. "To be honest? A ten."
"Really?" I asked shockingly. I didn't think he would say a ten; I thought he would say like a five or less but a ten?
"Wow...I really don't know what to say to that." I chuckled nervously.
"Well, it's true. It's probably weird to hear that, but you were nice." He smirks, however, has a genuine smile to go with it like he's telling the truth. It is weird hearing that I made Freddie's night amazing, but I wonder how I was compared to the other girls he's dated.
"Well, since you said it was nice, how about we give each other positive and negative facts on what we discovered last night to see if we're going to change anything or not later on?" I said curling my hands together on the table.
His eyebrows arched from my question but relax them a second later. "Um...random, but sure why not?" He grinned.
Okay, time to start business.
Boring chapter but more stuff will happen in the next chapter ;)