MPOV.
I curled up on the couch, flipping through the channels. Finally stopping on a random channel.
"So this week will be clear and will maimly be up in the eighties. This was your weekly forecast with Patience Moon, have a good night,"
"Wow, she is extremely accurate," I whispered to no one.
I heard the front door creak open. So it's either, one, Heath my housemate. Or, two, a crazy killer out to kill television chefs. What? It's California, it could happen.
"Mitchie! I'm home,"
Heath.
"Hey Heath, I'm in the living room," I said.
He came into the living room and plopped down on the couch oppposite from me.
"You will never guess what happened tod-...Whoa! New hair!" I yelled.
His wavy, long brunette hair was replaced with raven black straightened hair.
"I know! I had it done today. See, I was at the mall and there was this group of chicks were talking about Shane Gray's hair and how awesome it was. Then, lightbulb," Heath explained.
Wow...Shane Gray's look-a-like is in my house.
Shane Gray...Damn I forgot.
"You'll never guess who is going to be on the show this week," I blurted.
"Kelly Clarkson?!" he eagirly suggested.
"No. Shane Gray..well Connect 3. But Shane Gray,"
"You lucky bitch! You know how many girls are going to hate you now...like a lot,"
"I don't want to be hated! And I don't want to do my show with Shane Gray," I stated.
"Come on Mitch, think aobut it. It's like a fairy tale. Forced into a situation and then when you'll meet you will gaze into each others eyes and fall in love,"
"You've been reading my Cosmos, haven't you," I accused.
"Ha ha, no. Skimming, not reading,"
"Wow,"
"So your making dinner right? Awesome," Heath said..
And then he got up and left. I guess I am. Idiot.
So...what can I make for dinner...Lobster?...Chicken Cordon Bleu?...Spaghetti? Yes.
I strolled into the kitchen, finding a boiling pot and filling it with water. Placing it on the stove and throwing in a pinch of salt. Next, I need meatballs. Looking through the fridge I found a packet of ground beef, placing the meat on my cutting board, I washed my hands. Cause food contamination is gross.
After cleaning, I rolled the meat into small balls, put them on a cookie sheet and popped them in the oven. And hey, to save myself some time...a can of spaghetti sauce. Why make sauce, when its already in a can?
--------One dish of made spaghetti later--------
I was serving two plates over flowing with the noodles...Take that Bean Pole Claire, many many carbs. And the doorbell rung.
"Mitchie! Door," Heath called from his place at the table.
I bet he's thinking that I'll set him his plate and then go get the door. No. I'm leaving it where it is. I made my way through the kitchen and answered the front door. Not surpirised to see Caitlyn, one of my shows producers.
"Hi Mitchie, hope I'm not interrupting on dinner," Caitlyn said.
"Ha, you have this planned,"
"You know me way too well,"
"Come on in, I'll serve you some of my great spaghetti," I said.
"Awesome," she said, as I closed the door.
She followed me into the dining room.
"Mitchie, why is Shane Gray in your house?" Caitlyn asked.
"Nice to see you too Caity," Heath said.
"Holy shit its you...Nice hair," she mocked.
"Nice ass,"
"Heath!"
"What!? I don't lie,"
"You're a pig," Caitlyn said, taking a seat across from him.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed the three plates, setting them on the table, along with a pitcher of lemonade and garlic bread.
"Dig in," I said.
"So Cait, you'll never guess who got booked for the special. But you have to keep it on the downlow," I said.
"Did you tell Heath already?"
"Yeah,"
"Your screwed,"
"Hey! I can so keep a secret," Heath fought.
"Yeah right! When Megan Fox was on the show you and twenty other perverts we're about to have a riot at the studio," Caitlyn said.
Fond memories. Yet...disturbing.
"Whatever. So Monday is Mexico. Any special ingredients you need?" Cailtyn asked taking out a notepad.
"I think I have everything at the studio except hominies and maybe some fresh limes," I said.
She scribbled the items down.
"Watcha making?" Heath asked.
"Pozole. It's a soup with pulled pork, I'll bring some home. You'll love it," I said.
"Have fun making this with Shane Gray," Caitlyn said.
"I know! Gosh, I think I should start choosing my stars," I said.
Caitlyn laughed.
"Yeah, Claire probably chose him cause she thinks she's got some crazy chance at dating him," Caitlyn said.
Wouldn't be the first time that happened. Tom Cruise, last year. Awkward.
"You're thinking back to Tom Cruise from last year aren't you?" Heath accused.
I stuffed a piece of bread in my mouth and shook my head.
"Liar," he said.
"Perv...shut up," Cailtyn said.
"I am not a perv," Heath muttered, taking in a mouthful of noodles.
We ate for a few minutes in silence.
Until...
"Hey, isn't your promo for the special airing tonight?" Caitlyn announced.
"Oh you're right, I completely forgot," I said, "What time?"
"6:45, on Food Network," Caitlyn said.
"Isn't that during-,"
"Poalo's? Why yes, yes it is," Heath laughed.
I rolled my eyes, "Of course,"
"You wanna know something?" Heath asked.
"What?"
"If you two were a soap opera, I would watch you more than Desperate Housewives," Heath said.
"You watch Desperate Housewives?" Caitlyn burst out laughing.
"Not anymore," Heath mumbled..
"Why not?"
"Well I would have kept watching it if Gabby wasn't such a bitch," Heath stated.
"...No comment, What time is it?" I asked.
"About 6:30," Caitlyn answered.
"Well lets hurry up then," I said putting my plate in the sink.
"I'll get popcorn," Heath piped.
-------Cleaning Montage--------
"Thank you ladies and gentlemen. Happy cooking," the French accent said.
"He winked! Boo you whore!" I said throwing popcorn at thhe screen.
The French chef's face was covered by a red logo that read 'Paolo's then the screen faded to black.
"My goodness he is sooo gorgeous," Caitlyn gushed.
I stared at her with a look that read:
Are you serious right now?
"But you get so much better ratings than him," Caitlyn saved.
"Thank you,"
See, Paolo Barrizio is some French dude, that out of nowhere appeared on my network. This place is mine. And no guy is coming and stealing my spotlight. If I do an event, he does one. I cater a huge event...his event is bigger.
"Hush its on," Heath said.
I looked back at the screen and saw myself.
"Don't miss a week around the world kitchen's with me. Meals With Mitchie, every Monday at seven. On Food Network,"
"Oh my gosh I look horrible," I said.
"Oh my gosh, that deserves an Oscar," Heath said.
"Nice try, but you're still washing dishes tonight,".
There you go the second chapter. I hope you liked it. And I hope for reviews! Till next time!
*maria.