Chapter 196

I'd always considered Scott a fairly good cook, what am I saying, he isn't fairly good, he's simply amazing.

He can cook better than I can and trust me, I cannot cook to save my life, but I'm pretty sure that you will need a fire and some other implements for cooking wouldn't you.

I wonder what he's doing standing so close to the kitchen, obviously preparing something but yet there is not an inch of a fire anywhere.

What he emerges out with later makes me feel the pangs of hunger in my belly and something of surprise.

"Ice cream, so early in the morning?".

The way I hungrily eye the bowl of ice cream in his hand, I feel specially hungry, and I hope my imploring gaze lets him know. What can I say, I am a natural foodie, especially when it comes to something sweet and delicious like ice cream.

"You want some?" He asks with an amused expression in his eyes. I shamelessly nod yes and he shakes his head.

"You are dressed up already, I don't want you messing your dress, now would we Erin?".

Oakley let's out a very amused laugh as this, a very loud and amused laugh that makes me feel like a small child who has been reprimanded.

I am his older sister for crying out loud.

"Can you stop making me feel like a baby, you know that I could simply take it if I wanted to" I say with something of a mischievous grin on my face.

"You could but I know you won't!".

His reply is curt and fast enough that it makes me know really, I will not. What i had been hoping for was just something of a little scoop or maybe a few scoops in my mouth, enough that will satisfy the craving I suddenly have for ice cream.

Not considering the buttload that I had consumed yesterday it seems even this, Scott is going to deny me, and I can't get myself any ice cream because I will just end up having the whole bowl at the end, and then my stomach would probably give me trouble for the rest of the day.

I'm guessing that I would not want to appear like this in school and simply rush off to the toilet the next three minutes, that would be embarrassing on so many levels and I have always hated the girls toilet.

"Anyways, just finish it and get yourself dressed up so we can leave for school".

He gives me something of a satisfied smile and he walks up the stairs leaving me to think of how I will sneak a few scoops of ice cream into my mouth before Oakley or himself notices.

Oakley is busily typing something on her phone and I wonder what that is.

"What are you up to this morning?" I asked looking down at the seat next to her, a little bit depressed at the fact that I had not gotten what I wanted.

I might be eighteen but I'm still a kid underneath.