The Big Bad Wolf

In the kitchen, that's twice the size of the one in my parent's house might I add, Spencer finds something for both of us to eat. I settle with a bowl of Lucky Charms and a granola bar covered with Greek yogurt. "Should I pour the milk in first?", Spencer teases and I can see she's holding in a laugh. "Do that and I'll have you hung." I say and try to look as serious as possible. Spencer laughs and I continue my speech. "In my opinion people who pour the milk in first are literal sociopaths. I think putting the cereal in first is better and so much more efficient because then you'll know how much milk you should add to your cereal." Spencer throws her head back in laughter just as someone steps into the kitchen. Liam. He's wearing a camouflaged t-shirt and trousers with big black boots and he looks as if he has just woken up. Despite the look of sleep in his eyes, he manages to look even more handsome than before, which I had thought was impossible. I keep my eyes focused on my cereal because I don't want to talk to Liam. I wouldn't know what to say to him and even if I did I still wouldn't talk to him because then it would be awkward. But then again if I had cursed Bigfoot powers then I would've wanted Spencer to talk to me and treat me the same if I were human, so I should be civil with Liam. Despite everything, I think he's a pretty decent person, he made me stay here the night and he rescued me from those guys. He seems kind and calm which is totally a distraction from what he can really do when he transform into........ whatever he did the other day. I will really have to do some research later when I go home. Anyways, back to the topic of Liam. What's the worst that could happen if I talked to the guy? "Do you want some cereal?", I ask and push the box of Lucky Charms into his hands. To say he looks surprised is an understatement but nevertheless, he starts making some for himself to my complete amazement. Then he does something completely incredulous. "What are you doing?", I ask, trying my best to keep my voice from cracking. Liam looks at me with a deer-in-headlights look. "I'm making cereal", he says. I laugh and get up from my almost finished bowl of cereal. "No, you're making poison", I correct him. Then I give him a long speech about how he should never put the milk first then add the cereal. "In conclusion", I hand Liam his bowl of cereal made the proper way, "this should now be the way you make cereal. I hope you learnt something new from this incredibly helpful, life changing demonstration." By now Spencer was yelling on top of her lungs with laughter and I could see tears forming in her eyes. Liam smiles and I see.... is that what I think it is? Dimples! And he was extremely cute with them! I then made it my life mission to get Liam to smile more often.

After breakfast I started to clean up the kitchen because although we had made only cereal, the kitchen was a mess. I wiped the counters and washed the dishes, mostly to occupy my mind from other thoughts but the bigger part was that I did not like seeing dirty dishes. Though I might come across to you as a lazy seventeen (17) year old, I do not like seeing anything garbage related, and as I said before, dirty dishes infuriate me. I was just about to bring the garbage bag outside when Spencer came into the kitchen. She had wandered off, probably to talk with Liam, who was quiet during the entire time we were eating breakfast. "What are you doing?" Spencer asks as she snatches the garbage bag from my hands with such a strong force you'd think garbage would be all over the kitchen but now- which would turn me into a ballistic moron. I'm not a clean freak, but I do love seeing a clean environment. "I was just going to carry out the garbage until you so rudely interrupted." I jump and try to get the garbage bag out of her hands but because Spencer is built like a tree, and I admit, I am sadly short, it is a lost cause. "You aren't suppose to clean anything!" Spencer was waving her hands around like a madman. Was it that bad if I cleaned something once in a while. "Liam made us stay for the night at a house, might I mention that I have never been to! I know you brought me here but you can not order me around telling me not to do this or not to do that. I am not 5 years old!" Spencer walks over to the garbage bin and dumps back the garbage bag into it. "Emerald, you do act like a 5 year old. Don't act like you didn't past that 'I have the mentality of a five year old' test, like Timmy Turner's dad." Spencer chuckles to herself and I wonder why we're fighting over garbage- literally. "Besides", Spencer flashed her hand over the sink and I hand her a hand towel, " the garbage bag wasn't even quarter full." I sit on a chair at the counter and fold my arms. "It really does not matter. Plus, I'm still mad at you. And unless you're going to bring me on a fabulous shopping spree, or buy me an entire supermarket of nutella then I'm going to stay mad. Oh yeah, and when and if you're out buying the nutella, pick up some light chocolate." Spencer rolls her eyes at my childish and over dramatic behaviour but I can see a smile forming on her lips. "Where did I go wrong?" Spencer says and laughs. I laugh along with her. "The first day of school at kindergarten when you decided to talk to me."

*30 long minutes later*

"Can you slow down?" I tell after my bestfriend as I chase her as she practically runs to the swinging doors of the mall. I can see Spencer throw her hands up in the air, a sign that the quota of my daily shenanigans was filling up rapidly. Nevertheless, Spencer being the good human she is stops for me at the mall entrance as she waits for me to catch up. "Finally", she mutters as I approach her. "It wasn't even that long", I lie. Spencer rolls her eyes for the trillionth time this morning. "Of course it wasn't." Spencer grabs ahold of my arm as we both run through the swinging doors, maybe because I'll probably see something that I like and wander away. As my bestfriend said, I have the mentality of a five (5) year old. My eyes trail over to a shop where they're selling the new iPhone. Shit. I haven't seen my phone in almost 20 hours and I haven't even realised. Mentally I hold up my middle fingers to the boys who and I quote, 'can't go without their phones for an hour.' I remember an interview where the interviewer had invited the Ariana Grande to his podcast. I don't exactly remember what he compared her phone to - I have the memory of a gold fish - and asked her which she could live without. Ariana was clearly furious and like the boss she is, she told the man that those were ordinary things and we, females, didn't have to worry about. There were other important stuff, like periods, fitting in clothes, looking like a 'lady', according to society. Females fight hard to be where they are today, and it's hard enough without sexist men and society judging them and behaving like life's a crystal stair. "Earth to Emerald!" Spencer waves her hands a few centimeters from my face and I finally snap out of my trance. My bestfriend seems to be having fun, unlike me who is having a mental debate and battle with myself. "I'm still here." I assure Spencer and she drags me to another shop. "Nooo!" I practically screech like a banshee. Spencer is dragging me to the forbidden- drum roll please..... thank you- Victoria Secrets. "Do you want to know the best part?" Spencer is smiling like a mad, evil scientist now and it's starting to scare me a little. I refuse to answer so Spencer laughs and continues. "Liam gave me his black card this morning. It wasn't hard, I just told him you wanted new clothes and he gave it to me instantly." Why the hell would Liam give someone as devious as Spencer his card? And for me! Something didn't add up. "That's not even the best part. Whatever we buy, he's going to know." And with a wink and that charming smile, that's a distration from her evil interior, my bestfriend drags me over to the forbidden store.