ੈ✩‧₊˚𝓒HAPTER SEVEN !
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━━━━ ❛ brownie mix ❜

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currently playing . . .
for my baby🦌 by Chris Sturniolo
11hr 17m
NO1 PARTY ANTHEM , arctic monkeys

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real life.

WITH IT BEING summer break, mikayla's attempted to find some new hobbies to pass the time since she's mostly stuck in the apartment if she's not out with friends. miks tried things like writing, but she honestly thinks it's a bit boring so she gave up. so then mikayla moved on to cooking and baking, instantly finding it fun.

at first she'd burned all the meals and sweat treats she made, but now she likes to refer to herself as a master chef. it's definitely better than putting pizza rolls in the oven or placing premade dough on a tray.

so here she is, standing in the kitchen of the beach house as she stirs the brownie mix, listening to the playlist chris made for her. mikayla can't help it because she's attached to listening to the playlist every single day. the first song on it is meddle about—their song, then it's just a mix of her favorite artists and bands. tyler, the creator, frank ocean, arctic monkeys, chase atlantic and way more.

she hums along to the song playing as she continues to gently stir the brownie mixture. suddenly, mikayla feels somebody wrap their arms around her waist and she instantly melts into his touch. "christopher," miks approvingly hums his name without looking back.

he rests his chin on her shoulder, placing soft kisses on her neck and behind her ear, knowing it's her weak spot. "mikayla," chris whispers her full name before pulling away with a grin taking over his face.

mikayla giggles as she feels his fingers grab onto the belt loops of the jean shorts she changed into, quickly pulling her away from the counter and instead towards him. but as a result of that, the bowl of brownie mixture she was weakly holding onto falls onto the floor, spilling everywhere including mikayla's legs, the white cabinets, and the nearby fluffy carpet.

"i—" she stammers, just staring at the mess and miks is in shock for the first couple of seconds, her lips parting as she leans against chris with her gaze glued to the ground.

so you're on the prowl wondering whether
she left already or not
leather jacket, collar popped like cantona
never knowing when to stop

"oh. my. god, chris you're an idiot!" she frustratedly exclaims, moving away from chris and looking up at him. "my brownie mix!" she complains, her tone showing that she doesn't find it funny in the slightest.

sunglasses indoor is par for the course
lights in the floors and sweat on the walls

after all, it took mikayla at least a couple days to finally perfect her brownie recipe.

cages and poles

there's a crease between her eyebrows as she looks at chris and the fact that he's stifling loud laughter, covering his mouth with his hand. "i..." he trails off, slowly struggling to contain his laughter. "i didn't mean to...why was it—why was the mixture so liquidy..." and that's the final straw for chris.

call off the search for your soul
or put it on hold again

he laughs.

so loud.

she's having a sly indoor smoke
and she calls the folks who run this, her oldest friends

miks presses her lips into a thin line as she holds onto the spoon she was previously using to mix, an idea slowing popping into her head.

sipping a drink and laughing at imaginary jokes

mikayla's eyes flicker to the spoon, then back up at his eyes, slowly raising it and dragging it all over his face, then to his white shirt. chris stands there with his lips parted, accepting it for a moment as mikayla erupts into quiet giggles.

and all the signals are sent, her eyes invite you to approach

"sorry," miks says through her soft laughter but chris narrows his eyes at her as he leans against the sink, an idea popping into his head now.

and it seems as though those lumps in your throat
that you just swallowed have got you going

it's like time moves in slow motion with the way chris grabs the extended faucet, switches the cold water on and points it at mikayla. the water immediately drenches her as she holds her hands in the air as a weak attempt to block the water.

come on, come on, come on
come on, come on, come on
number one party anthem

"chris, quit it!" miks yells as he loudly laughs, eventually switching it off seconds later. "oh my god..." she trails off, blinking repeatedly as chris' continuous laughter makes him fall to the floor.

she's a certified mind blower
knowing full, well, that I don't
may suggest there's somewhere from which i might know her
just to get the ball to roll

miks looks down at her clothes, pinching at the soaked material of her denim jeans and tank top. though mikayla should be pissed right now at the fact that her makeup and freshly blowdried hair is messed up, she can't help but chuckle at herself, taking a seat next to him.

drunken monologues, confused because
it's not like i'm falling in love, i just want ya
to do me no good
and you look like you could

they lean against the kitchen cabinets, falling into quiet laughter. "you're an idiot," mikayla hums with a playful tone, turning to look at chris with her head still resting on the marble white cabinets.

come on, come on, come on
come on, come on, come on
number one party anthem

"you still love me though," chris replies, also turning his head to face her and mikayla swears that she felt a bunch of fireworks go off once their eyes connected. "don't you?" he lowly questions, a smile tugging at her lips.

come on, come on, come on
before the moment's gone
number one party anthem, yeah, yeah

mikayla awkwardly twists her lips to the side because even despite them being in a relationship for a while now, she still feels like a little girl with a crush on him. "sure chris," miks gives him a knowing look and chris immediately grins.

the look of love, the rush of blood

a comfortable silence falls over the couple and they maintain eye contact, the song continuing to play in the background. miks feels her heartbeat rapidly speed up while his eyes sparkle with adoration.

the "she's with me" is the gallic shrug

chris' hand falls to where mikayla's is, and he wraps his fingers around her own. he smiles before leaning in towards miks, their hands still interlinked.

the shutterbugs, the camera plus

mikayla's eyes fall to his lips, then flickering back to his steel blue eyes. chris gently cups her jaw with his other hand and his lips hover against hers until they finally connect.

the black and white and the color dodge

even though kissing chris has become a familiar ritual between them, miks can't deny how she feels whenever it happens. his hand moves from mikayla's jaw to the back of her head as she shuffles towards him, like it's her natural instinct to be as close to him as possible.

the good time girls, the cubicles

her heart skips a thousand beats as they share this intimate moment. mikayla's hand finds its way to his chain, holding it between her fingertips and tugging on the metal jewelry. he smiles into the kiss, silently letting mikayla know that he's also enjoying this moment.

the house of fun, the number one

"what the FUCK happened to the brownie mix?!?" somebody loudly asks, making chris and mikayla pull away from each other, looking at nick standing with folded arms.

party anthem, oh

lucille and mason join him, standing in pure shock at the mess on the floor. "MY WEED BROWNIES!" lucy yells, acknowledging the fact that the weed she bought has gone to waste, rather than the mess in her kitchen.

she dramatically drops to her knees, picking up the bowl mikayla was mixing it in and frowning, but everybody just bursts into loud laughs.

               MIKAYLA COMFORTABLY SITS on one of the beach chairs next to the pool, flipping through a magazine. the sun glows against her smooth skin, visible due to the light brown bikini she's wearing. she enjoys the summer atmosphere more than anything, even despite the fact that she's practically burning up here.

mason and lucille sit on the pool ledge, the two of them sharing a j as maria and matt converse on the beach chair next to miks. the fact that they talk about any random topic but still find a way to make it interesting is genuinely the cutest thing ever. maria runs her hand through his hair, fixing his middle part since he slightly messed it up after swimming.

mikayla smiles at them, but as soon as serena walks through the sliding door with nick, nate and chris, her face drops. serena greets everybody with a wide smile on her face, adjusting the ysl sunglasses resting on her head. she rubs her glossy lips together, fixing the baby pink bikini top.

it's not like miks has a problem with serena directly, she just wishes that chris could've told her about the girl and the fact that they're good friends, rather than hiding it.

"miks babe, are you okay?" maria questions with a sweet, sincere tone, snapping mikayla from her train of thought. she's fine though, just overthinking as she usually does, so miks just nods her head.

"serena being here is just—it's unnecessary..." matt whispers, the comment making maria's jaw slack open in shock. it's expected of course because matt seems to always speak his mind and never hide his attitude. he glances at his girlfriend, then mikayla, "am i wrong?"

"well..." miks pauses for a second, practically biting her tongue to hold back her thoughts on serena unfortunately joining them on this trip. the car ride wasn't the worst, neither was the gossip session the girls shared, but why does miks still feel like something's off.

"also is it just me or have you guys noticed that lucy and nate are definitely into each other?" matt randomly speaks up, making mikayla's head instantly snap towards his direction at the comment.

lucille and nate? into each other? her best friend and her brother? gross! but now that mikayla's thinking about it...it may be extremely hypocritical of her to judge them.

mikayla's top lip lifts into a sneer as a mental montage of lucille and nate dating plays in her mind. "i...i don't want to think about that matt," she flatly says, her voice falling quiet, "that's like-"

"you and chris?" matt cuts her off with a wide grin on his face, making maria awkwardly purse her lips and shake her head. "right, i'll stop," he adds on after noticing the expression on mikayla's face because it's extremely obvious she didn't find the comment funny.

"we're all thinking of going to the boardwalk later though, you in miks?" maria asks, changing the subject. but the sudden mention of the vibrant carnival with a range of rides, games and food stands, normally packed with people just brings mikayla back to the memories she'll never forget.

WHEN CHRIS FIRST offered to take mikayla to the fair after noticing how upset she was about matt winning a plushie, she expected to have fun with him. maybe that's because a part of her thought he suggested coming here to spend some time alone with her, but with the way he's been acting...that's definitely not the case.

every single time they've passed by a specific stand, chris' eyes just drifted to one of the workers. she's gorgeous, to say the least—long curly hair, tanned skin, green eyes, somehow managing to look perfect even in that uniform.

mikayla stands in line for the churros stall with chris on her side, occasionally looking up at him and noticing how he isn't paying any attention to her. instead it's like a magnetic pull making his eyes automatically drift to the worker.

she frowns and thickly swallows her jealousy, nervously playing with the material of her jean shorts until chris breaks the awkward silence. "hey miks, i'm gonna go..." chris trails off as he takes a few steps back. "gonna go use the toilet," he quickly comes up with the excuse but mikayla isn't stupid.

miks knows what he's doing and where he's going, but she just nods her head.

she feels stupid, so stupid because who was she kidding? of course chris doesn't like her back and he never will, but that's just something she'll have to get over.

eventually.

hi.

<3 ari