(Mackenzie's POV)
"Who's Delia Smith?" I asked as Phil opened the door.
"WHO'S DELIA SMITH?!" Dan asked incredulously. "Only the GREATEST COOK WHO EVER LIVED!"
"Is he serious?" I asked Phil.
"Yup," Phil said. "Maybe we should make one of her recipes to show Kenzie how epic Delia Smith is," Phil suggested.
"Brownies, we're so making brownies. And I think we have everything for brownies," Dan said.
"Brownies it is. C'mon, Kenzie," Pj said, dragging me into the kitchen with him. "What do we need?"
"175g plain flour...1 tsp baking powder... 325g caster sugar..." Dan walked around the kitchen grabbing everything from the cabinets and leaving it on the counter. "275g of dark chocolate... 275g of unsalted butter...4 large eggs...1 tsp of vanilla essence..."
"Preheat the oven, Christopher," Dan commanded.
"Where's our greasing paper stuff?" Phil asked.
"Yes the lubricating paper... here, Pj, lubricate the pan with the paper."
"Omg you guys are crazy," I said, trying to hold back my laughter. I had forgotten how British people cook, and it was crazy.
"Right, now we need to beat the egg lightly. Don't Chris Brown the egg," Dan warned everyone. "Then you put in that stuff that is milked from a fairy... VANILLA ESSENCE."
"Really? Really, Dan?"
"Really. This is Serious Business."
"You guys are insane, absolutely mental," I said, laughing now. Normally, if me and my friends wanted brownies we would have made them from the box.
"Now we sift the flour and baking powder," Phil said, measuring each into a large bowl.
"Sift it, sift it, yeah yeah yeah sift it. Work those muscles, Phil," Dan said while dancing around the kitchen.
"I feel so non-british right now."
"Shush you, try to have fun." Chris grabs the chocolate. "Here, break that into smaller pieces so we can put it in the bain marie and melt it with the butter and make it yummy."
"That bowl won't be big enough," I said watching Dan grab a bowl.
"But we are peasants, we don't have a larger bowl to fit on our pot of water," Dan reminded me.
"Okay, peasant." I rolled my eyes at his references to his secondary school teacher.
"Ignoring the insult... put the chocolate into the bowl minion!" Dan said to Phil.
"I am NOT a minion," Phil said, but put the chocolate in the bowl.
"Now we add the butter... that's your job Minion #2," Dan said to Pj.
"It's going to overflow," I protested.
"It didn't overflow the last time we made them, it's fine," Phil said. "Now we take it off the heat and add the sugar."
"How did it not overflow? What about physics?"
"The laws of physics don't apply in this kitchen. Quick mix it before it overflows!" Chris said, pouring in the sugar. Phil started mixing everything together.
"Now we add it to the floury mixture." Phil grabbed a mixing spoon. "Here, you mix it while I pour it in," he instructed me.
"Ok," I said taking the spoon and mixing while he poured in the chocolate mixture.
"And now the lightly Chris Browned eggs," Dan said, also pouring them in.
"There, its all mixed together, now what?" I asked.
"Now we pour it into the pan with the lubricated paper," Dan said, bringing the tray over.
"I cannot pour it, someone else should," I said.
"Fine, I'll do it," Dan said. I handed the bowl over to Dan, who poured it in the tray that Phil was holding.
"Now we put it in the heated receptacle of destiny." Phil slid the tray into the oven.
"And we wait 20 to 25 minutes until the top is firm and the middle is squishy," Dan said, setting his laptop as a timer.
"We can watch half of a Buffy episode," Phil said, running to the lounge.
"But then its a cliffhanger and will never finish it, we should watch Pokemon," Pj said following.
"Fineeeeee," Phil sighed, but put in a Pokemon episode.
"I wanna be the very best like no one ever was," Dan started singing.
"To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause," Phil joined in.
"I will travel across the land searching far and wide," I sang with them.
"Each Pokemon to understand, the power that's inside, POKEMON, gotta catch them all, it's you and me, I know it's my destiny, POKEMON, oh you're my best friend in a world we must defend. Pokemon, gotta catch them all, a heart so true Our courage will pull us through You teach me and I'll teach you Pokemon, gotta catch 'em all Every challenge along the way With courage I will face I will battle every day To claim my rightful place Come with me, the time is right There's no better team Arm in arm we'll win the fight It's always been our dream," we finished, falling on the couches laughing. Right as the episode finished Dan's laptop rawred, meaning the timers was up.
"TO THE OVEN!" Phil donned the oven mitts and pulled out the tray. "LOOK AT IT! IT'S SO AMAZINGGGGGGG!"
"Can we eat it now?" Dan asked, reaching towards the tray.
"No, they have to cool," Phil said, swatting Dan's hand away. I looked at Dan to see if he remembered what we used to do when our mum said the exact same thing. He gave me a slight nod and our plan went into action.
"Philllllllllllllllll, why do they have to cool?" I asked distracting Phil away from the brownies.
"Do you want to burn yourself?" Pj asked.
"Maybe, maybe not," I said as Dan went behind Phil and grabbed the tray of brownies.
"Is that even a prop - hey DAN you cannot steal the brownies!" Phil said, noticing Dan.
"RUN MAC!" Dan said, handing the brownies to me. I grabbed a knife and headed towards Dan's room. I heard them running behind me, so as soon as Dan entered the room he shut the door and locked it.
"Mission accomplished," I said, grinning at the brownies.
"DAN OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO GOD WHEN YOU COME OUT I WILL TOUCH YOUR NECK!" Phil shouted through the door.
"You wouldn't dare," Dan called back while cutting the brownies into squares.
"Oh, I will, Dan," Phil threatened. "Don't you dare doubt me."
"What about Mac, she was half of it?" Dan asked as he passed me a brownie. "I bet this will be the best brownie you ever had."
"I'll sit on her and force her to watch Twilight," Chris said. "Now come out and give me the brownies."
"Plan B?" I whisper-asked; Dan nodded. We took all the brownies out of the pan and put them on a plate, and hid the plate under Dan's bed.
"Ok, we're coming out," Dan said, opening the door holding the empty tray.
"You ate all the brownies?!" Phil made a sad/really pissed off face. "I HATE YOU!" he said, trying not to laugh. "You guys are such pigs!"
"We could not eat all of the brownies, but we could take all of the brownies out of the tray and put them on a plate," Dan said smirking.
"That's just mean," Pj said, pouting. Dan went and got the brownies and we all headed back to the kitchen.
"It's not like we've done that a million times," I said, reassuring Pj, Phil and Chris.
"How did your parents ever manage you two?" Phil asked.
"We're not really sure," Dan said, passing me, Pj, Chris, and Phil a brownie and taking one for himself. "You ready for the most amazing brownie EVER?"
"I'm sure it's not going to be THAT amazing," I said doubtfully.
"You just have to try it," Phil said.
"Ok, here it goes," I said taking a bite of it; it was pretty amazing, but I couldn't let them know that. "Eh."
"Eh? Eh?! EH?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN, EH?!" Dan demanded. "These are the bestest brownies EVERRRR!"
"I've had better," I said trying to contain my laughter.
Dan holds up a hand. "Well, ex-CUSE me!"
"I guess if I had to rank them, they'd be in the top five, maybe top three."
"You are a disgrace to human life," Phil declared, grabbing another brownie. "Delia Smith will haunt you forever."
"But what about like Rachel Ray, or Bobby Flay?" I questioned them.
"Who?"
"Supermegafoxyawesomehot cooking people."
"They are no match to Delia Smith, end of story," Dan said, taking a third brownie.
"OMG how can you eat so fast?" I asked; I was halfway through my first brownie, "You're going to be sick."
"It's worth it."
"Really? Is it really?" I asked all four of them.
"It is," they all replied.
"Eww, just eww."
Just as Phil was about to say something, there was a knock at the door.
"I'm telling you, this was a stupid idea-"
"It wasn't a stupid idea when we were walking across the quad, now shut up." They knocked again. As soon as I heard those voices, I facepalmed the breakfast bar with my head.
"Hey, careful with the breakfast bar," Dan said, walking to the door.
"No don-" I started, but it was too late; he open the door, and there was Tommy and Melanie arguing.
"I KNEW IT!" Melanie said, jumping up and down.
"And who are you...?" Dan asked.
"That's Melanie and Tommy," I said, giving each of them a hug.
"And they are...?" Phil asked, joining us at the door.
"They're in my writing class, and now they're my stalkers I guess."
"We are NOT stalkers, we just were curious on who you were living with," Tommy said.
"Right, that's my brother Dan, his roommate Phil, my writing mentor Pj, and the random hobo who follows Pj around," I said pointing everyone out.
Melanie kept bouncing up and down. "I knew it I knew it I knew it! I informed you thusly, Thomas."
"Fine, you win, here," Tommy said handing over a five pound note.
Melanie grinned. "Kenzie talked about losing a bet with her brother so she, Dan, Phil and Chris had to wear their hair unstraightened all day. We were wondering if it was THE Dan, Phil and Chris. We were right."
"Yes, we are THE Dan Phil and Chris," Dan said.
"Can I have a hug?" Melanie asked.
"Yes, yes you can," Dan said, giving her a bear hug
Melanie bit her lip so she wouldn't scream.
"You want a picture with the Fantastic Foursome?" Phil offered.
"YES!" Melanie pulls out her phone and handed it to me.
"On three," I said as they all stood around Melanie, "One... two... three."
"I thought it was 'on placenta?'"
"Placentas are gross."
"That's it. You're officially disowned," Dan announced.
"Not my fault that I learned what a placenta was when I was eight and it was gross."
"Not my fault you listened and took me seriously."
"You told your sister what a placenta was when she was eight?!" Phil asked.
"What? I was ten, don't you start judging me."
"How did you know a placenta was when you were ten?"
"Erm..."
"Don't ask," I said.
Tommy cleared his throat. "Class at twelve-thirty, remember?"
"Right, I just need to grab my computer and stuff," I said, running into Dan's room.
Pj followed me.
"Hey, can you grab my notebook?" I asked as I stuff my computer in my bag.
"Yeah... here it is."
"Thanks," I said as I grabbed the notebook from him.
"I'll help you with writing stuff when you get back."
"Thanks, I should be back around four, unless I run into Collin."
Pj gave a small sigh. "Let us know what your plans are; we'll probably be here all day eating brownies."
"Are you ok?" I asked.
"Hm? Oh, yeah... I might sleep or something... I'm gonna kill Marcus for making me wake up so early."
"He texted you?"
"Yeah."
"What he say?" I asked hoping my lie with Dan wasn't ruined by Marcus.
Pj pulled out his phone. "Here, you can read it." Hey hows that kid sister of dan's doing? sam and i ran into her last night w/ her bf getting beat up by some drunk bastards
Shit, Dan knew I was lying; great just great.
"We should get back with the others," I said putting on a fake smile.
"Right," Pj said, walking out after me. "I'll see you later."
"Yup, you guys done fangirling?" I asked Melanie.
"Ma gurl, a fangirl never stops fangirling. But yeah, otherwise we'll be late for Chem."
"Well you don't need to fangirl over my brother, that's just gross."
"I can fangirl over other people, right?"
"Yes, just not Dan," I said as we walked towards the lift, waving at the guys as we left. Tomm had a slight frown on his face.
"You OK, kid?" Melanie asked him.
"Hmm? Yeah I am, just hungry," he said vaguely. Melanie gave him a suspicious look before shrugging.
"Did I tell you I met Sam Pepper and Marcus FREAKING Butler?!" I asked, jumping up and down fangirling.
"YOU DIDN'T! OMG NO WAY I AM SO JELLY OF YOU RIGHT NOW!" Melanie said.
"They saved me from the stupid drunk rugby team."
"Kenz, I'm just saying this 'cause I care about about you, but I don't think Col- OMGOMGOMGOMG ITS MARCUS BUTLER AND SAM PEPPER AND ALFIE DAVIES OMGOMGOMG!"
"OMGOMGOMGOMG ITS A FANGIRL AND ANOTHER GUY AND MACKENZIE OMGOMGOMG!" Marcus said, jumping up and down.
"Dude, your going to scare them," Sam said.
"Sam, they're fangirls, they don't get scared," Marcus said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, but I think you scared the guy," Alfie said.
"Can I have a hug? And a picture?" Melanie asked tentatively.
"Yeah, sure," Marcus said. I took Melanie's phone from her again.
"So how's your boyfriend doing?" Sam asked after the picture.
"I actually haven't seen him yet," I said biting my lip, "I should probably do that."
"Shit, what time is it?" Melanie frantically asked.
"12:28," Tommy read off his phone. "Fuck, we're gonna be late."
"Montague is going to kill us," Melanie said, freaking out.
"Chill, we'll say we went off campus for lunch or something and the tube broke," I said, trying to come up with some excuse.
"Hey, Marcus, do you have Francis the Old Man Costume in your bag of crap?" Sam asked.
"Er, yeah, why?"
Sam smirked. "Cue the creepy old guy they've been trying to get rid of for almost an hour...?"
"That is brilliant," Alfie declared.
"Wait, what?" Melanie and I asked at the same time.
"We're giving you guys an excuse for being late," Sam said, grabbing clothes and a mask out of Marcus's bag. "You saw the old man prank videos, right?"
"Obviously."
"Right, I dress up as Francis, you get to class as fast as possible, you tell your teach that you were trying to get rid of a crazy old man; if he doesn't believe you, text me and I'll show up in full Francis regalia and prove your teach wrong."
"Wait why would you want to help us?" Tommy asked.
"'Cause I'm a nice guy and you ladies are fans," Sam said. "And Francis is awesome."
"Thank you so much," I said, giving each of them a hug.
"Ok, right, lets get going!" Sam quickly changed and transformed into Francis the Old Man.
"Wait, are you going to film this?" I asked as we started walking towards the tube station.
"Ok, so right now, we're heading to a friends college campus," Alfie spoke into the camera. "Apparently she's like majorly late for class, so we're gonna help her out a little, with our favorite old man-"
"FRANCIS!" Sam shouted at the camera.
"To my defence, I was making brownies," I said.
"Yeah you were," Melanie said, winking crazily.
"Hey, I was," I protested, "They were Delia Smith brownies-"
"NO WAY YOU MADE DELIA SMITH BROWNIES WITH THE FOURSOME I AM SO UNBELIEVABLY JELLY RIGHT NOW."
"I still don't get what the big deal is with Delia Smith."
Melanie gaped at me. "Delia Smith is like, Goddess of Cooking. If she was Greek, and born 25 gajillion years ago, she would bee the Greek goddess of Cooking. No question about it."
"Guys, stop fighting, we all know Kenzie is really an American, and we're here," Tommy said, stepping between us.
"I AM not American!" I said.
"Keep telling yourself that, love," Marcus said with a wink.
"I'm not, but anyway I don't have your number to text you guys if we need Francis."
"Right, here," Marcus said, putting his number into my phone.
"Thanks."
"C'mon Kenz, stop flirting with every guy you meet," Tommy said, dragging both me and Melanie into the classroom.
"Care to explain why you three are late?" Mr. Montague asked once we entered.
"There was a creepy old man stalking us and we were trying to get rid of him but he wouldn't leave us alone," I said. Montague gave us a very suspicious look.
Right on cue, Sam, er Francis, knocked on the door.
"Ah, there's my beautiful...granddaughter!" Francis said, walking over to give Melanie a hug. She quickly moved out of reach.
"He's been following us for the past hour," Melanie said to Montague. "Care to help us?"
"He's probably harmless, you guys are overreacting."
"Oh, thank goodness you found him!" Marcus exclaimed, running into the room. "I'm so sorry about him; he's my grandfather and I'm supposed to be showing him around but I lost track of him, and he has Alzheimer's..." Marcus gave a 'if you know what I mean' look to Montague. "Come on, Francis, time we got you back home."
As Marcus was talking, 'Francis' came over and sat next me and started stroking my hair.
"Francis," Marcus said more firmly, "It's time for us to go."
"Pretty.." 'Francis' mumbled, only moving closer to me.
"Francis," Marcus said warningly.
"Er... help?" I said, moving backwards but ending up against a wall.
"We're leaving, Francis," Marcus said, pulling Sam away and out of the classroom. "Sorry!" he shouted before closing the door.
"Told you so," Tommy said from his seat behind me.
"Told me what?" Melanie asked.
"Not you, Montague."
"Kenzie, are you ok?" John asked.
"Yeah, just a little freaked."
"I'll explain it all later," Melanie whispered with a smirk.
"Was that Sam Pepper?" Autumn whispered to me while taking notes.
"Er..."
"It was, wasn't it? OMG that's so totally awesome."
"Shhs, we can't fangirl now," I said, covering her mouth with my hand.
A/N basically everything i needed to say was in the last authors note so enjoy and review, and some good stuff is about to come up, so be prepared