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I turn to Tess, waiting for her to decide on what we should do. Hm, whatever it is, I better agree like a good little boy, so far, that seems to work for Max.
“No, I think I’m pruny enough, let’s go in and get settled, shall we?” with that, she slowly gets up and I'm really really liking how the water pearls down her soft skin. If only i had a camera or if only she'd start throwing her hair back like the chicks in Baywatch do all the time.
Seeing the towels next to me, I quickly grab a fluffy one and hold it open for her to step in. She looks surprised at first but moves towards me and i enjoy the split second that our bodies are molded together.
I could get used to that!
Not trusting my voice, I nod at her with a smile and motion towards the hall, making a small bow when she passes. Grinning at Michael without even knowing why I feel like grinning, I follow Tess trying to come up with some witty comment or at least some sort of compliment.
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“That color really complements you well.” Kyle speaks up as we near the house but haven’t stepped inside yet.
I turn to smile at him. “Thank you, blue’s my favorite color and luckily it matches my eyes.” Well I don’t know what snapped Kyle out of his sulky mood, but I’m glad he’s feeling like his usual, flirty self again. “You don’t look so bad yourself in those boardshorts,” I say with a wink.
We reach the sliding glass door and he reaches around to open it for me. I step through and immediately smell the always familiar scent of freshly baked cookies. I take a deep breath and exhale. “Mmmm, cookies! Is that what Max and Liz were cooking in the kitchen? They smell great.”
“Um, cookies? Right right. That’s what that smell was. Is. I knew that.” Kyle mumbles, scratching his head with an index finger, looking towards the kitchen. I can’t tell if he’s talking to himself or me. “Well, let’s leave them to it, shall we? We can get the movie all set up and ready to go and all the other food set up.”
“Sure thing. Just let me go change and finish drying off my hair, k? I’ll be right back.”
“That color really complements you well.” Kyle speaks up as we near the house but haven’t stepped inside yet.
I turn to smile at him. “Thank you, blue’s my favorite color and luckily it matches my eyes.” Well I don’t know what snapped Kyle out of his sulky mood, but I’m glad he’s feeling like his usual, flirty self again. “You don’t look so bad yourself in those boardshorts,” I say with a wink.
We reach the sliding glass door and he reaches around to open it for me. I step through and immediately smell the always familiar scent of freshly baked cookies. I take a deep breath and exhale. “Mmmm, cookies! Is that what Max and Liz were cooking in the kitchen? They smell great.”
“Um, cookies? Right right. That’s what that smell was. Is. I knew that.” Kyle mumbles, scratching his head with an index finger, looking towards the kitchen. I can’t tell if he’s talking to himself or me. “Well, let’s leave them to it, shall we? We can get the movie all set up and ready to go and all the other food set up.”
“Sure thing. Just let me go change and finish drying off my hair, k? I’ll be right back.”
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“I think everyone will agree that you’re doing fabulously when they see these great cookies.” I look up to him, seeing him smile at me is enough to make my knees weak. I try my best to ignore the butterflies and smile through it all. “Isabel is going to love it,” he continues, and I try to keep the blush from flooding to my cheeks. I don’t know how successful that attempt is considering I can feel my skin heat with just the simple compliments.
“It’s so great that she and Alex are actually talking now. Almost unbelievable. I know you said you didn’t do anything, but I’m betting it wouldn’t have happened without you. Good thing you were there.” Just when I thought that we were on a subject that would make my knees not go weak, he brings it around to say something nice. Again. I’m starting to think it will be impossible to be around Max and not get butterflies.
“I wouldn’t go as far to say that,” I answer as I lean against the counter. “I don’t think I helped any more than Tess or you. I mean, you two were helping him before I was. If anyone helped Alex it was you two.” I smile at him, my eyes catching his and I lost all sense of time. There was just something about his eyes that draws you in. They were filled with so much feeling—so warm, so deep, I could imagine getting lost in them.
I try to pull my gaze away. I knew if anyone in this house was going to get lost in his eyes it was Tess. Not me. But I couldn’t seem to do it. Breaking away just felt wrong. My eyes slipped from his to fall on his lips. I wanted so much to act on that impulse, but was reminded how bad that idea truly was when the quiet that had spread between us ended with the sound of Tess’ and Kyle’s voices crashed over me. I needed to get out of there before I did something that I’d regret.
Or even worse, something that I didn’t regret, but should.
I turned to get a couple napkins and then used a pancake turner to scrape off a cookie to take up to Izzy. This way she was sure to get at least get a cookie, the first one at that, before everyone else got to them or even finished them. Who knew what would happen to them once Max and I left the kitchen.
“I’m going to see if Izzy’s done with her shower, so I can take one. And take her a cookie that’s still warm and straight from the oven.” I smile at him, not really looking into his eyes, not sure if I could stop myself from doing something I had been fighting on different levels the entire time we’ve been in this kitchen. I only seem to get into trouble when I look into his eyes. The wise move would be to avoid eye contact the entire time we’re together, but there’s no way to do that and not look rude.
In an attempt to not appear rude, I look into his eyes with the intention to leave as soon as I thanked him. My eyes were once again transfixed on his, and words failed me. My mind blanked on what to say, and I almost forgot to breathe. One look from his stole my breath and my ability to speak.
“Thank you for your assistance. It was most helpful.” I tear my eyes away from his and turn to head out of the kitchen and to my room with the hopes of composing myself.
“I think everyone will agree that you’re doing fabulously when they see these great cookies.” I look up to him, seeing him smile at me is enough to make my knees weak. I try my best to ignore the butterflies and smile through it all. “Isabel is going to love it,” he continues, and I try to keep the blush from flooding to my cheeks. I don’t know how successful that attempt is considering I can feel my skin heat with just the simple compliments.
“It’s so great that she and Alex are actually talking now. Almost unbelievable. I know you said you didn’t do anything, but I’m betting it wouldn’t have happened without you. Good thing you were there.” Just when I thought that we were on a subject that would make my knees not go weak, he brings it around to say something nice. Again. I’m starting to think it will be impossible to be around Max and not get butterflies.
“I wouldn’t go as far to say that,” I answer as I lean against the counter. “I don’t think I helped any more than Tess or you. I mean, you two were helping him before I was. If anyone helped Alex it was you two.” I smile at him, my eyes catching his and I lost all sense of time. There was just something about his eyes that draws you in. They were filled with so much feeling—so warm, so deep, I could imagine getting lost in them.
I try to pull my gaze away. I knew if anyone in this house was going to get lost in his eyes it was Tess. Not me. But I couldn’t seem to do it. Breaking away just felt wrong. My eyes slipped from his to fall on his lips. I wanted so much to act on that impulse, but was reminded how bad that idea truly was when the quiet that had spread between us ended with the sound of Tess’ and Kyle’s voices crashed over me. I needed to get out of there before I did something that I’d regret.
Or even worse, something that I didn’t regret, but should.
I turned to get a couple napkins and then used a pancake turner to scrape off a cookie to take up to Izzy. This way she was sure to get at least get a cookie, the first one at that, before everyone else got to them or even finished them. Who knew what would happen to them once Max and I left the kitchen.
“I’m going to see if Izzy’s done with her shower, so I can take one. And take her a cookie that’s still warm and straight from the oven.” I smile at him, not really looking into his eyes, not sure if I could stop myself from doing something I had been fighting on different levels the entire time we’ve been in this kitchen. I only seem to get into trouble when I look into his eyes. The wise move would be to avoid eye contact the entire time we’re together, but there’s no way to do that and not look rude.
In an attempt to not appear rude, I look into his eyes with the intention to leave as soon as I thanked him. My eyes were once again transfixed on his, and words failed me. My mind blanked on what to say, and I almost forgot to breathe. One look from his stole my breath and my ability to speak.
“Thank you for your assistance. It was most helpful.” I tear my eyes away from his and turn to head out of the kitchen and to my room with the hopes of composing myself.
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I knew that Max and Liz weren't just talking but up to something else. Baking wasn't one of the things I thought about but whatever floats their boat, I guess. I wonder why tehy didn't tell me, after all, it certainly won't be poisonous cookies.
After I suggest getting the movies ready (evn though I already did that), Tess flashes me a grin before disappearing to dry her hair. I always thought that's a lame excuse for girls to not date losers but they obviously do.
I mean, I'm sure she doesn't think of me as a loser and … no, I'm a popular kid at home so why should I not be popular here. I better not frett over Tess drying her hair. Besides, she'll be back here soon and seems to get along well with me. I wonder why I am so nervous about all of this.
I knew that Max and Liz weren't just talking but up to something else. Baking wasn't one of the things I thought about but whatever floats their boat, I guess. I wonder why tehy didn't tell me, after all, it certainly won't be poisonous cookies.
After I suggest getting the movies ready (evn though I already did that), Tess flashes me a grin before disappearing to dry her hair. I always thought that's a lame excuse for girls to not date losers but they obviously do.
I mean, I'm sure she doesn't think of me as a loser and … no, I'm a popular kid at home so why should I not be popular here. I better not frett over Tess drying her hair. Besides, she'll be back here soon and seems to get along well with me. I wonder why I am so nervous about all of this.
*Max*
Liz leans against the counter and modestly disavows her role in whatever happened between Alex and Isabel. I dare to think she's looking slightly more comfortable again and suddenly everything crashes apart again as we hear Kyle and Tess come back into the house.
My heart drops into my stomach as Liz suddenly turns and finishes up the cookies without looking at me. What changed? Maybe I was just imagining that things were almost okay again. It probably all goes back to the rose. I turn to the microwave to remove the popcorn, suddenly feeling … guilty, … That makes no sense. It’s not like I’m stepping out on Tess. Liz isn’t interested in me and we were only making cookies. I just want her to be my friend, like Isabel. I can’t even hope for more than that…
Although in the back of my mind there is a small but very loud part of me that is hoping for more. It’s already falling in love with her. It takes everything in me to ignore that feeling and just control the popcorn as I pour it into the bowls that Kyle located.
Liz scoops up a cookie on a plate, adds a napkin and indicates she’s going to deliver the cookie to Isabel and take a shower. She’s speaking quickly, as ‘though trying to fill up the empty space between us as she smiles in my general direction.
Then she meets my eyes at last, all I can do is nod with a weak smile back, not trusting my voice just then. . “Thank you for your assistance. It was most helpful.” she says stiffly and then turns abruptly and departs. I’ve thought her formal speech has been really cute, but right now, it seems to cut right through me.
I put both hands on the counter, mentally kicking myself in the butt. I’m not exactly sure what just happened here but I’m pretty sure I messed up. Maybe I should go to Alex and as him for help with Liz. If he and Isabel are really getting along now …
Shaking my head, I straighten up and put Liz’s plate of cookies on top of one bowl of popcorn. I’ll have to make sure Liz herself gets some cookies and Alex, too. I have a feeling these could all be gone in about ten minutes if there aren’t some safety measures put in place. I shove some napkins in my pocket, thinking this would be a lot easier if Liz hadn’t left, if I hadn’t driven her out of here, somehow. Unfortunately, I no longer hear Tess and Kyle so I can’t call them to help.
Grabbing a second plate, I put it over the other bowl of popcorn and then stack the first bowl on top of it with the cookies topping the tower. This will work. I start to carefully pick up the stack when I’m hit with an image of someone bumping into me and sending the fresh-baked cookies flying. Not good. I remove them, hiding them in the cupboard for a moment. Then, simply taking one bowl of popcorn in each hand, I head down to the living room.
“Popcorn, everyone!” I announce as I head into the room. I’m surprised to see that ‘everyone’ consists of only Michael and Kyle. “Where are Alex and the girls?” I ask.
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*Michael*
I can’t believe Kyle doing the whole act for Tess like that. What? Does he think Tess is two years old and can’t wrap a towel around herself? But then, she did seem to like it. Maybe I should be paying attention to shit like that if I’m gonna split her up from Max. I hope Maria doesn’t take long up there…
She’s in the shower, I remember, and I almost stumble over my feet as I imagine her naked body with warm water running down over her soft curves… Nice. Wonder what’ll take to get myself invited to that kinda party?
I stalk ahead of those two and plant myself on the sofa in the living room. I hope that wimp Kyle cued up the right movie for the first showing. Kyle arrives alone a moment later. “Scared her off, did ya?” I ask. Kyle gives me a confused look. “Tess. Where’d she go?” I ask.
“Oh, Shower,” he explains.
I grunt. The girls just spent half the evening in the water and they still wanna shower. Go figure.
“So what’s first on the rotation today?” I ask Kyle. Before he can answer, Max comes in with two bowls of popcorn. He sets them on the table and asks about the girls. “Shower,” I tell him and Max nods.
“I should probably go and grab one myself,” he says, pulling some napkins from his pocket. “Liz made a surprise for us all - well, mostly for Isabel, but all of us can share. Maybe I should wait until more of us are back before I get it."
Liz leans against the counter and modestly disavows her role in whatever happened between Alex and Isabel. I dare to think she's looking slightly more comfortable again and suddenly everything crashes apart again as we hear Kyle and Tess come back into the house.
My heart drops into my stomach as Liz suddenly turns and finishes up the cookies without looking at me. What changed? Maybe I was just imagining that things were almost okay again. It probably all goes back to the rose. I turn to the microwave to remove the popcorn, suddenly feeling … guilty, … That makes no sense. It’s not like I’m stepping out on Tess. Liz isn’t interested in me and we were only making cookies. I just want her to be my friend, like Isabel. I can’t even hope for more than that…
Although in the back of my mind there is a small but very loud part of me that is hoping for more. It’s already falling in love with her. It takes everything in me to ignore that feeling and just control the popcorn as I pour it into the bowls that Kyle located.
Liz scoops up a cookie on a plate, adds a napkin and indicates she’s going to deliver the cookie to Isabel and take a shower. She’s speaking quickly, as ‘though trying to fill up the empty space between us as she smiles in my general direction.
Then she meets my eyes at last, all I can do is nod with a weak smile back, not trusting my voice just then. . “Thank you for your assistance. It was most helpful.” she says stiffly and then turns abruptly and departs. I’ve thought her formal speech has been really cute, but right now, it seems to cut right through me.
I put both hands on the counter, mentally kicking myself in the butt. I’m not exactly sure what just happened here but I’m pretty sure I messed up. Maybe I should go to Alex and as him for help with Liz. If he and Isabel are really getting along now …
Shaking my head, I straighten up and put Liz’s plate of cookies on top of one bowl of popcorn. I’ll have to make sure Liz herself gets some cookies and Alex, too. I have a feeling these could all be gone in about ten minutes if there aren’t some safety measures put in place. I shove some napkins in my pocket, thinking this would be a lot easier if Liz hadn’t left, if I hadn’t driven her out of here, somehow. Unfortunately, I no longer hear Tess and Kyle so I can’t call them to help.
Grabbing a second plate, I put it over the other bowl of popcorn and then stack the first bowl on top of it with the cookies topping the tower. This will work. I start to carefully pick up the stack when I’m hit with an image of someone bumping into me and sending the fresh-baked cookies flying. Not good. I remove them, hiding them in the cupboard for a moment. Then, simply taking one bowl of popcorn in each hand, I head down to the living room.
“Popcorn, everyone!” I announce as I head into the room. I’m surprised to see that ‘everyone’ consists of only Michael and Kyle. “Where are Alex and the girls?” I ask.
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*Michael*
I can’t believe Kyle doing the whole act for Tess like that. What? Does he think Tess is two years old and can’t wrap a towel around herself? But then, she did seem to like it. Maybe I should be paying attention to shit like that if I’m gonna split her up from Max. I hope Maria doesn’t take long up there…
She’s in the shower, I remember, and I almost stumble over my feet as I imagine her naked body with warm water running down over her soft curves… Nice. Wonder what’ll take to get myself invited to that kinda party?
I stalk ahead of those two and plant myself on the sofa in the living room. I hope that wimp Kyle cued up the right movie for the first showing. Kyle arrives alone a moment later. “Scared her off, did ya?” I ask. Kyle gives me a confused look. “Tess. Where’d she go?” I ask.
“Oh, Shower,” he explains.
I grunt. The girls just spent half the evening in the water and they still wanna shower. Go figure.
“So what’s first on the rotation today?” I ask Kyle. Before he can answer, Max comes in with two bowls of popcorn. He sets them on the table and asks about the girls. “Shower,” I tell him and Max nods.
“I should probably go and grab one myself,” he says, pulling some napkins from his pocket. “Liz made a surprise for us all - well, mostly for Isabel, but all of us can share. Maybe I should wait until more of us are back before I get it."
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KYLE
Does Michael really believe that his caveman and macho act will get him any? Maybe with the clueless chicks in CA but the ones we have here in the house? No way! They'll probably castrate him before he gets any quality time with some of them.
I'm about to tell Michael that X-Men is the first movie when Max runs in, saying that popcorn is finished for everyone. Maybe he should have checked if everyone is here first.
“I should probably go and grab one myself, Liz made a surprise for us all - well, mostly for Isabel, but all of us can share. Maybe I should wait until more of us are back before I get it."
Why is Max keeping napkins in his pants? Does he have to wipe his hands so often because he gets them sticky all the time with ... well, maybe those magazines DID belong to him, hehe.
"Why are the cookies a surprise for Isabel? What's the occasion?" I ask. Well, when they are supposed to be a surprised then that would explain the lame "talking" excuse from earlier and the cookies could also be the reason for the napkins in Max's pants. Hm, I hope those pants are clean and he ain't offering us dirty napkins.
Does Michael really believe that his caveman and macho act will get him any? Maybe with the clueless chicks in CA but the ones we have here in the house? No way! They'll probably castrate him before he gets any quality time with some of them.
I'm about to tell Michael that X-Men is the first movie when Max runs in, saying that popcorn is finished for everyone. Maybe he should have checked if everyone is here first.
“I should probably go and grab one myself, Liz made a surprise for us all - well, mostly for Isabel, but all of us can share. Maybe I should wait until more of us are back before I get it."
Why is Max keeping napkins in his pants? Does he have to wipe his hands so often because he gets them sticky all the time with ... well, maybe those magazines DID belong to him, hehe.
"Why are the cookies a surprise for Isabel? What's the occasion?" I ask. Well, when they are supposed to be a surprised then that would explain the lame "talking" excuse from earlier and the cookies could also be the reason for the napkins in Max's pants. Hm, I hope those pants are clean and he ain't offering us dirty napkins.
*Max*
I turn to Kyle in surprise as he mentions the cookies, but I suppose it wouldn't be that hard for him to guess. "I guess our excuses were a bit lame. You did smell them," I shrug.
"You were baking cookies?" Michael snears. "I knew you were a nancy-boy, Evans. Did you wear a cute little apron with pink ruffles and everything?"
I decide to ignore Michael and continue my comments to Kyle. "Liz baked them for Isabel to cheer her up after the Jake-incident. I wasn't there, but I heard she was pretty upset about it. The cookies were supposed to be a surprise." I glance around for a second, deciding what to do. "I guess I'll go fetch them now, so you can enjoy them when they're hot. Just make sure we save some for the girls."
I turn to Kyle in surprise as he mentions the cookies, but I suppose it wouldn't be that hard for him to guess. "I guess our excuses were a bit lame. You did smell them," I shrug.
"You were baking cookies?" Michael snears. "I knew you were a nancy-boy, Evans. Did you wear a cute little apron with pink ruffles and everything?"
I decide to ignore Michael and continue my comments to Kyle. "Liz baked them for Isabel to cheer her up after the Jake-incident. I wasn't there, but I heard she was pretty upset about it. The cookies were supposed to be a surprise." I glance around for a second, deciding what to do. "I guess I'll go fetch them now, so you can enjoy them when they're hot. Just make sure we save some for the girls."
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I wouldn't be too surprised if Max and Michael start bashing each other before the weekend arrives. Max seems calm so far but if MIchael continues like that ...
Ah, a surprise because of the now impotent guy Isabel hung out with. I see.
"Are there enough cookies for all of us? And if they are for Isabel mostly, shouldn't she be the first to get some?" I ask when Max is about to leave, who knows how Liz wanted to handle that.
I wouldn't be too surprised if Max and Michael start bashing each other before the weekend arrives. Max seems calm so far but if MIchael continues like that ...
Ah, a surprise because of the now impotent guy Isabel hung out with. I see.
"Are there enough cookies for all of us? And if they are for Isabel mostly, shouldn't she be the first to get some?" I ask when Max is about to leave, who knows how Liz wanted to handle that.
*Max*
"We made two dozen. That will be enough for everyone to have three each," I tell Kyle. I guess guess some could have more if others chose to have less, although that doesn't seem very likely. "And Liz already took a couple up for Isabel."
I turn then and head back to the kitchen. I pull the cookies out of their temporary hiding place and then split a little less than half of them onto the other plate before carrying them both back towards the livingroom.
I think about carrying one plate upstairs, but then, I don't need to go chasing each of the girls down as they're coming out of their showers. I'll set out out the smaller one and save the others for Alex and the girls.
Michael doesn't know what he's missing if he's deriding baking. Afterall, I just spent time alone with Liz, which could have gone better, true, but it was still a nice thing.
"We made two dozen. That will be enough for everyone to have three each," I tell Kyle. I guess guess some could have more if others chose to have less, although that doesn't seem very likely. "And Liz already took a couple up for Isabel."
I turn then and head back to the kitchen. I pull the cookies out of their temporary hiding place and then split a little less than half of them onto the other plate before carrying them both back towards the livingroom.
I think about carrying one plate upstairs, but then, I don't need to go chasing each of the girls down as they're coming out of their showers. I'll set out out the smaller one and save the others for Alex and the girls.
Michael doesn't know what he's missing if he's deriding baking. Afterall, I just spent time alone with Liz, which could have gone better, true, but it was still a nice thing.