Chapter 27
We were suppose to order take our of something as it was easier for dinner, but guess what the boys decided to do. On the day they are ALLOWED to take out, they decide to bloody try and cook. I don’t get them sometimes.
So now I walking into the bomb site of the kitchen, inside of it’s usual clean shiny surface.
I groan, great. Mom’s going to give us hell for not tidying this up and moan at us for not ordering take out.
Sighing I frown at the mess of the kitchen. Some kind of source spread across the counter tops and even on some of the cupboard doors, And on the floor. It’s drying and making it sticky. Bits of food everywhere, well burnt food everywhere.
I turn on my heels and head to the stairs.
“OI! Will someone come and help me clean this shit up in the kitchen! It’s all your mess not mine! Mom’s gunna go ape!” I yell up the stairs hoping one of those lazy asses will come down.
I wait for a few seconds until I get some response.
“Do it yourself if you are so worried!” comes Chris response.
“I’m busy!” Comes two more responses, Aston and Blake. Thanks Blake, I thought you would be on my side.
I hear footsteps, “Yeah, okay I’ll come” Thank you twin!
Seth smiles at me as he comes down the stairs and I sigh with relief, good.
“Yeah, I’ll come Lexi!” I groan as I hear Evan’s amused voice say as he too comes down the stairs, grinning at me
I give him a sarcastic smile and turn into the kitchen where Seth is scrunching his nose up at the mess, and Evan follows me. Great. I would rather do it myself than have Evan with me. He’ll probably make it worse.
I grab a broom from the side cupboard and start sweeping the tiled floor, heaping up the bits of food and rubbish spread across it.
Seth grabs a cloth and starts cleaning the counter’s and Evan, well he smirks at the mess arms crossed over his chest and leaning against the fridge watching us.
I stop sweeping the floor and glare at him, “You going to help or just stand there?”
He smirks and turns to the counter beside him where there’s empty cartons of milk, juice along with burnt toast and
some kind of sticky sauce.
He turns his nose up as he picks up one of the empty cartons and then drops it back down.
I sigh, irritated and shake my head going back to cleaning the floor. I can’t be bothered to tell him again.
I sweep the kitchen floor, piling up the rubbish in one pile in the idle of the kitchen and then using the brush and
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“EW skank“” I hear Evan yelp so I stand back up straight only to how something wet and mery thrown in my face,
I let out a shriek of surprise and chake my head frantically, being what it all at the tone
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“Oh god! Your face, your face! Evan post throgh he taughing and Felonch my jane and narrowe my eyes at him.
“Oh really?” I say seeing something that catches my eye and a dy smirk across my fare appears.
“Well then, how would you like it if your face was covered in. I say and reach forward grabbing my weapon. “SPAGHETTI! I yell, throwing the clump of spaghetti that was in a bowl beside me and aimed it perfectly at his pace, cutting his laughter short.
Now it’s my turn to laugh, “Haha, your face, your face!” I laugh mimicking his words, as now his face is covered in sauce and the spaghetti dripping off him. Seth starts laughing too.
“Oh, you did not” Evan has cold eyes but a smirk tugging at his face.
I smile wickedly and he turns to Seth narrowing his eyes “Quit laughing dude!” He snaps but not angrily, more amuse than anything and then picks up a tomato sauce bottle and squirts it at him, making his laughter cut short too but mine to start again.
My laughter dies down as I glance at my brother, we share the same look, probably thinking the same thing smirking and then just like that, food is flying everywhere, making the already messed up kitchen even worse.
I started laughing again as we chc–uck the burnt food and god knows what else at each other, getting covered in it…it’s a big of déjà vu.
Joe and Jack suddenly come hurtling into the kitchen grinning excitedly as they see us, FOOD FIGHT!” They both yell excitedly and straight away start throwing anything they can get their hands on at us.
I run to the fridge and grab the first thing I see, which happens to be butter.
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