Grant and I sort of forgot a tiny detail when we decided to go out for breakfast. We were the king and queen of England now, and we were totally being followed. I sped up and lost the paparazzi quickly, but called Grant and sped back to the house, deciding that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to go out for breakfast. Once we were back home, I grabbed Zach's hand and led him and Macey and Nick into the dining room, where Grant, Bex, Jonas, and Liz were already waiting.
"So, breakfast out was a bust." I said, looking at all the faces surrounding the table. "Any ideas?"
"I can make food." Grant suggested. I burst out laughing.
"Did you forget? Dad forbid you from cooking in the palace ever again after you burnt down the west wind making toast." Grant shot me a glare, and I broke into laughter once again.
"Well, if I'm not cooking, then neither are you. You happened to have also gotten moms amazing cooking skills." The girls, Grant, and I winced at the mention of my mothers cooking. It could be counted as torture.
"Fine. Does anyone else want to cook?"
"I will." Wait, Zach can cook? Color me shocked. Zach was glaring at me now, and the girls and guys were all stifling laughter.
"Wait, did I say that out loud?"
"Yes, Cam, you did."
"Aw, darn, so much for world class spy." Zach was still glaring. "Sorry?" My voice got super high-pitched.
"It's okay. No pancakes for you!"
"NOOOOOO! I NEED MY PANCAKES!"
"Well too bad then." I latched on to his arm, and pouted. After a few minutes of silence, and me starring at him with wide eyes, "Oh, you're too cute for your own good." He said, kissing my temple.
"YESSS!" I ran to the kitchen hoping that everyone would catch on and follow. The girls were the first to come into the kitchen after me, followed closely by all of the guys.
"Grant, do you have any idea where chef keeps the pancake mix?"
"Yeah, in the pantry on the left side." I raced in and grabbed it off the shelf, hurrying back in time see Zach already turning on the stove, and grabbing the bacon out of the room sized fridge.
"Bacon too! I am one lucky non-cooking lady who has one hopefully-very good-at-cooking man." I said kissing him on the cheek and handing him the pancake mix at the same time.
Twenty minutes later I was drowning my warm pancakes in maple syrup, and digging in very unladylike, but I was hungry, and from the looks of all the other people seated at the table, they were also very hungry. No one hesitated to consume their pancakes and bacon as quickly as humanly possible.
"You're good. Real good." Bex stated, her mouth full of pancakes.
"I have to admit, I didn't think that you were this good at cooking Zach, I doubted the skills. But they exist." That was Macey.
I just sat and finished my pancakes, remembering something that seemed to have slipped my mind, and that itself, was rare.
Hey guys, long time no update. I just got done with finals today, so I'm hoping to start updating somehwat regularly. Please REVIEW! When you guys review it makes my days SOOO much better. Also, see my other story for an update on a new story in the next update.