I sprinted downstairs for food if I was in an Olympic running race right now I would have totally won.

I saw none other than Reece standing in the kitchen. To be honest, with you I completely forgot that he is staying over at my house. And I was absolutely astonished and numb for few minutes.

Wait NO NO not cause of seeing a bad boy in the kitchen like you always see in a movie, bad boy cooking and the girl be like 'wow the food is so good I never thought bad boys could cook' and you know all that cliche shit but I was astonished because of the chaos of the kitchen. 

The fuck just happened my entire kitchen looked rotten as fuck. It looked worse than a haunted house and that's obviously, saying something.  There was flour on the floor the walls were gone black. And now there was a really strong smell of something burning like even someone with a   blocked nose could smell it. You can imagine how bad the situation was. 

He just stood there next to the pan and the pan was falling apart like a really strong metal was tearing apart, to be honest with you I don't even know how this is possible and he just stood there and smiled at me innocently as if nothing ever happened. The fire was still coming out of the pan like what is this some master chef show. 

I finally spoke after the shock I had well I am still in shock but I had to say something "WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED HERE?" 

"It was by accident," he said whilst trying to avoid eye contacts with me and looking around the kitchen instead. 

"Well that's A LOT of accidents Reece, first you break the frame then you ruin the kitchen and it was  obviously all by 'accident' what next you gonna kill me by 'accident'." I reply quoting 'accident' with my fingers.

"I was tryna make spaghetti to make it up to you for breaking the frame yesterday"

"First of all DON'T EVER ENTER THE KITCHEN OK? and second, of all why is there flour on the floor, you don't and I repeat myself  YOU DO NOT USE FLOUR to make spaghetti and last of all just get the hell out of the kitchen!"
Seriously, he used a pan to make spaghetti someone take him back to the asylum ring me up and deliver the boy back.

What am I gonna do with someone like him, I don't even know why my brother chose him to take care of me he could have got me killed by burning down the entire house.                                       Instead of him taking care of me it's me taking care of him more like babysitting him. 

A/N--- VOTE AND COMMENT. I KNOW THIS IS SHORT BUT I AM BUSY AS MY SCHOOL HAS STARTED *rolls eyes and sighs*.

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