*this was written for a BSB Challenge at A is for...*
“Hey wake up!”
“Ugh…no,” she grumbled, rolling over to her side and putting the pillow over her head.
“Come on!” Nick cried, shaking her again.
Elizabeth Harper groaned again and threw the pillow toward his annoying voice. “Leave me alone!”
Nick rolled his clear blue eyes and picked up the pillow. He looked down at it, then smiled devilishly. Lifting it high over his head, he slammed it down on her torso.
“AAAH!!” she shrieked, covering her head with her hands frantically.
Nick laughed. “Come on. Just wake up. I wanna make breakfast for Brian.”
“Why?” Elizabeth questioned. “You’ve never wanted to do that before.”
He shrugged. “I just feel like it.”
Her eyebrow arched. “What’d you do Carter?”
Nick stepped back. “What? What makes you think I did something?”
“The fact that you wanna make Bri breakfast,” she started. “The fact that you are lying, and the fact that I can see it in your eyes. What did you do?”
Nick bit his lower lip and his eyebrows went upwards guiltily as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Er…I kinda dented his car when I borrowed it last night…”
“NICK!” Elizabeth cried.
“Sorry!” he cried. “Just…Lizzy please…I need your help.”
Elizabeth rolled her azure eyes and sat up on the canopy bed. Then she ran her fingers through her messy auburn hair. It was about shoulder length, perfect for knots. She pursed her thin lips and looked up at Nick, who looked ready to beg. She sighed. “Fine Carter. You know you owe me now.”
“Yeah I know,” he sighed. “Just…come on. AJ’s downstairs already.”
“Oh no. I better get down there before he ruins it,” Elizabeth grumbled, grabbing a shirt. She tossed it over her sports bra.
“Hurry it up!” they heard AJ shout.
“You heard him Glamour Girl, c’mon!” Nick rushed.
“Coming Kaos, coming,” she muttered.
They proceeded down the carpeted stairs and into the kitchen.
“WHOA AJ!!” Elizabeth jumped, alarmed. She lunged forward and grabbed the carton of milk on the counter and poured it into the pan, dousing the grease fire.
“Thank god,” AJ said, stepping back and sitting down. He wiped his sweaty brow. Then he looked up at Nick threateningly. “Next time you ask me a favor, NO.”
“Sor-ry! I didn’t know you were gonna start a fire!” Nick argued.
AJ stuck a tongue out at him. “Screw you Carter.”
“Fuck off,” Nick shot back.
“GUYS! QUIT THAT!” Elizabeth shouted. She thanked God that Brian was a deep sleeper. “If you wanna get a breakfast for Bri, cooperate.”
Nick and AJ exchanged glares, then said, “Fine.”
“Ok what’re we making?”
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“God Nick that’s the 5th egg you’ve smashed!” Elizabeth cried in anguish.
“I’m sorry Liz, but I’m not a cook!” Nick retorted.
“Ok, ok, let’s try this one more time,” she instructed. “Ok just tap the side on the countertop…”
AJ smirked at his friends. He decided to do the basics. You know, get the milk, get more eggs to replace the ones that Nick smashed…
“Are we ever gonna get to making the orange juice? Or do you want me to get a refill on eggs?” AJ called out.
“Argh, AJ!” Elizabeth said, turning to face him.
CRAAACK!
Elizabeth’s eyes widened and her head snapped down. “NICK!”
Nick’s eyes looked scared. “I-I-that was an accident!”
“Carter you are so dead,” she threatened, ignoring the goopy, cold feeling of the yolk on her right foot. Behind her, she reached for an egg with her left hand.
“It wasn’t my fault! I swear!” Nick cried, backing up further. With a thump, his back bumped into the counter.
“Oh this wasn’t my fault either!” she said, slamming the egg onto Nick’s hair.
AJ held his stomach, which was pounding with laughter. “Oh my god…” he laughed to himself.
“Hey! It landed on your foot! Not hair!” Nick cried, furious as the runny substance ran down his baby face. He grabbed another egg, as did she.
They both launched the eggs in the air at each other. Then they looked up at one another and noticed the newly placed goo dripping from the targeted places. Nick got hit in the shoulder while Elizabeth was hit in the thigh.
They started grabbing more and more eggs and launching them at each other, squealing with anger and disgust.
AJ rolled his eyes and grabbed some Bisquick and milk.
“Carter!”
“You’re SO dead!”
SMASH CRACK!
“ARGH!”
Nick lunged and ran around the table, trailing the icky goo on the ceramic floor. Elizabeth grabbed a clump of Bisquick and threw it at him. It landed on his glutinous shoulder, sticking to it. Nick ducked under the table and jumped to the other side, smearing some of the yolk on the leg of the chair.
“Jesus,” AJ muttered, stirring up the batter.
Upstairs…
Brian stirred in his forest green bed, oblivious to the clanging downstairs in his house. Sleep had its weight on him still, and all was blurred.
His snores came from his nose quietly as he dreamt on.
Downstairs…
“AGH let go of me!” Elizabeth shouted angrily, struggling against Nick’s strong hands.
“No. Apologize,” he commanded. “Just say, ‘I’m sorry Nick, it was all an accident and I should’ve believed you in the first place’.”
Her eyes narrowed and she struggled harder. Nick increased his grip on her wrists and waist. “Just say it!”
“No!”
AJ shook his head, and moved all the “ammo” onto another counter-which was also covered in Bisquick and some splotches of milk.
“You put EGGS in my HAIR woman,” Nick said angrily, “and you are going to PAY.”
She scoffed. “You put wet Bisquick down my SHIRT O Smart One, so don’t think I’m gonna apologize!”
Steam rose from the medium size pancake as AJ put it on the plate, snickering at their words.
“What?! I didn’t do that!”
“Chyeah right! You purposely aimed for it!” she shot back.
“Well how was I supposed to know it was gonna hit your face, huh?!”
“Well, stupid, it did!”
Upstairs…
“Mmm…”
Brian’s hair ruffled as he shifted yet again, and his eyebrows furrowed at the raising of muffled voices.
Downstairs…
With the pancakes warm on the stove, AJ got out the glasses.
“Argh let me go!” Elizabeth cried, kneeing Nick in the stomach.
“Oof!” he groaned, clutching his wounded middle.
SMASH! Another egg was broken and smashed onto his butt.
His eyes flashed and he jolted upright. He looked at Elizabeth, fuming. “What the hell was that for?!”
“What?” she asked innocently.
“This!” he yelled, pointing to his dripping backside. The stickiness wasn’t unnoticed as it started to trickle down his leg annoyingly.
Elizabeth stifled a laugh.
His eyes narrowed as he charged at her, but slipped on some Bisquick and landed with a thud on his butt. It didn’t help matters that the yolk penetrated through his boxers, either.
“God that is gross!” Nick groaned jumping up to his feet and looking at the laughing Elizabeth.
AJ rolled his eyes as he poured out 2 glasses of orange juice.
“AAH let me go!”
Nick smirked in triumph as he heard her squeals. Her fists pounded on his filthy back and some of the yolk on her hands soaked through. His arms covered her legs with the powder on his arms.
At one last attempt, Elizabeth tilted forward, and let her hands catch her-or at least, that was what was SUPPOSED to happen. Thanks to the milk on the floor, her hands slid across the white tiles and she landed hard on her stomach. BAM her pelvis made contact with the ground. And it hurt.
“OW!” she cried, trying to get up. Then a mass was rested on her back. “OW NICK GET YOUR WHITE ASS OFF OF ME!!”
“When you apologize.”
“God this hurts!!”
“Apologize.”
AJ grabbed a wet towel.
“You did it on purpose!” she accused.
“No I didn’t! Your foot just HAPPENED to be there!” Nick argued.
“Oh just HAPPENED, huh?” Desperately she tried to use her arms to lift her, but his weight wouldn’t allow it. “And you probably just happened to AIM to huh?”
“ARGH why aren’t you LISTENING to me?”
After getting rid of the blotch of yolk and puddle of milk on the chairs, AJ put the soiled towel in the sink.
“Because you dropped that egg on my foot!”
“I did not!”
Upstairs…
“God when will I ever get peace and quiet?” Brian grumbled, stepping into the shower.
He reached for the silver knob and turned the showerhead on and increased the heat. The hot water washed away his exhaustion, running it down the drain as he finally awoke from his dreams.
Downstairs…
The forks and knives were placed on the table beside the plates on the cleared half of the oak table.
“God Nick that hurts!” she moaned, trying to wriggle out.
“Just apologize,” he begged. “That’s all I’m asking.”
“Argh,” she muttered. “Fine. I’m sorry, it was an accident.”
“And?”
AJ put out the cut oranges and brought out the bottle of syrup.
“Ugh. And I’m sorry that I didn’t believe you before.”
Nick smiled and stood up, finally letting her stand.
“God thanks!” she said sarcastically. “God my hips hurt so bad…”
“Ha. Consequences Glamour Girl…”
Next thing he knew, a hand started sloshing around the slimy substance in his blonde hair.
“Ok, ok! God just stop that!” Nick cried, trying to block his precious hair from her reach.
They stared at each other for a while, their eyes burning into each other. Then Elizabeth burst out laughing.
“Hey what?” Nick demanded, putting his fists adamantly on his hips.
“You…look so…funny!” she managed to choke out.
His eyes narrowed.
The knife went easily into the syrup soaked pancake.
At last, Nick saw the ridicule in the whole situation and the laughter his friend emitted and started to laugh too.
“You look worse!!” Nick yelled.
Upstairs…
“God what are they going down there?” Brian muttered, descending slowly down the stairs.
(ok now he’s downstairs, so “downstairs…”)
“OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED?!”
Everyone looked up at the newcomer.
Nick and Elizabeth ceased their hilarity, and AJ looked out from behind his magazine.
“WHAT DID YOU DO?!” Brian screamed.
Nick and Elizabeth looked at each other. “Er…”
AJ smiled, “Made ya breakfast Rok,” he said, gesturing to the empty seat beside him.
*Fin!*