(Oh. My. Gosh. sorry I left you hanging so long. Writer's block can be a bitch.The people who reviewed it during the summer...I love you. That inspired me to write again, knowing that people were still reading it despite it being...'inactive' for the time. So this is for you guys, a little nonsense chapter that CLEARLY was not needed, but fun to write. )
The next morning was awfully cold…and annoying, as it was Friday, the slowest possible school day, except maybe Monday.
BEEP BEEP
"GOD DAMN, what is THAT?" Dallas mumbled loudly, covering his head with a pillow. His hair was tossed with sleep and his eyes droopy, but hey. It was Friday. He had Saturdays and Sundays off from work, so he could spend time with the gang. Always fun.
Down the hall, Cade was already semi-awake and after showering, she changed into a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, throwing a navy-blue hoodie on before stumbling into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. She saw eggs and grabbed two, deciding to be nice and make Dallas breakfast as well. Lord knows how long that boy has lived on cold cereal and microwavable things.
Cracking the egg on the stove, the door opened and Ponyboy walked in, followed by Johnny.
"Cade cooking? RUN FOR THE HILLS!!" Pony asked, sitting at the table and tossing his backpack down. Johnny just stood at the doorway, looking a little tired. Cade cracked an egg over Ponyboy's head sleepily and began hitting him with a wooden sppon,
"CADE!"
"Oh. Sorry." She mumbled, acting sleepy until Ponyboy had walked off and Cade laughed,
"Idiot."
Ponyboy came back as Cade was making scrambled eggs and toast and Johnny had not moved from the doorway. Ponyboy eyed him,
"You know you can come in. No one's going to do anything…at least I won't." he said, looking at Cade who gave him a playful grin,
"Bitch."
"Jerk." Cade shot back.
"Guys…is the toaster supposed to have smoke coming out of it?" Johnny asked.
"No…why?" Cade asked, turning to Johnny. He merely pointed and the toaster was billowing smoke out like no tomorrow,
"SON OF A…"
"HERE! USE A FORK!" Ponyboy said. Cade just looked at him,
"You are…the BIGGEST idiot I know." She said, pulling the plug and getting a lisght shock,
"OW! IT SHOCKED ME!"
"And…what do you want me to do about it?" Pony asked.
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
Cade pulled the first toast out of the toaster and looked at it. It was pitch black, with absolutely nothing other than black. Not even the center was brown. Cade threw it in the trash and pulled out the other toast, which had a small flame,
"Wow…hehe. Pony, Johnny, look. The toast is on fire." She said laughing slightly. Pony backed away and Johnny raised his eyebrow, walked over, took the toast, stomped on it, putting the fire out and handing it back to Cade. She eyed him evily,
"Jerk."
"Bitch." He shot back, a small grin on his face.
Cade smiled at Johnny, they were friends again….
"WHY DOES THE KITCHEN SMELL LIKE SMOKE?!" Dallas roared. Cade, Pony, and Johnny looked at each other before bursting out laughing.