As I hung up the phone yesterday, I remember telling everyone that (f/n)'s parents would have to come and see what we are like. I also remember that I had personally asked Lucas to help Mathias on his people skills. After I told Lucas that, he went to the basement where he had put most of his magic stuff from his home. Why did he go down there? Well whatever it was, It's now being shoved down his throat because (f/n)'s parents are coming in about six and a half hours while (f/n) was coming in about half an hour. I probably should clean up a little first...
Right now, I was on my way to Peter's house on my (f/c) bike. When Tino chose to drive me home two days ago, I realized that they only lived a couple blocks away and on top a hill. As I hit the hill, I started to push on harder. Because it was a big and steep hill, it took me about fifteen minutes to get up and by the time I got to the top, I was taking big gulps of air.
“Why...must...you live...on...a hill?!” I complained.
After parking my bike by their garage, I headed over to the door and knocked three times. While waiting I glanced at my (f/c) watch. Eleven o' clock, on the dot. Rocking on the heels of my ugg boots, I heard a muffled shout of, “Got It!” before the door was opened.
“Hey Peter! Hows it going? Can I come in?”
“I'm fine, and ya! You can come in.” He scooted to the creating more space for me to get in.
When Peter closed the door, we both walked over to the kitchen. Stepping in, I noticed that Tino was going to make something judging by the stack of ingredients next to him.
“Hey dude,” I greeted said man and leaned forward to look in front of him and pointed. “Watcha making here? Is it good? Can I have one? 'Cause it looks good.”
He paused and turned to look at me, smile and all still on his face.
“Oh, hello (f/n). I'm just making some korvapuustit. See?”
He leaned to the side so I could see better. My eyes widened. I'd know that mixture of dough and cinnamon from anywhere.
“Dude! It's a cinnamon bun! Can I have one? I'll help you!”
He laughed. “Oh course you can! Wash your hands first, okay?”
I turned and ran to the sink. Turning on the faucet and then grabbing the soap, I scrubbed my hands until they started to hurt a little. After drying them a little, my hands had turned pink with all the scrubbing I did.
“Alright Tino, I'm ready.”
“Okay, (f/n), now listen closely...”
“Finally,” I sighed. “We're all done with it.”
The cinnamon buns looked amazing! On top of each of the baked cinnamon swirls was a nice helping of icing. My mouth watered. Literally. I heard Tino's Finish laugh ring out.
“Oh all right (f/n), you've deserved them. You can take one and run off with Peter.”
I was grinning so much my face hurt. As I reached out to grab one, I stopped. I thought about Peter, and how I just left him and joined Tino with the cooking. Turning back to Tino, I saw him getting ready to clean the dishes.
“Uh, hey Tino?”
He hummed, signaling me to continue.
“Can I bring one for Peter too, please?”
I let my bottom lip stick out a little to add to the affect. He smiled.
“Of course you can! Here,” He handed me a plate and put a cinnamon on.
I took it telling him thank you as I left. I walked through the hallways trying to remember the way to Peter's room while taking a bite of my yummy treat. But as I walked past a door I heard some shooting from a video game. Nudging the door open with my foot, I peaked my head inside. Right in front of the couch was Peter and Mathias. And on the x-box 360 system, they were playing Call Of Duty. I smiled and let myself fully into the room, and Peter happened to be the one to see me first.
“Hello (f/n). What's that?” He paused the game making Mathias complain.
“I has cinnamon bunz.” I said, referencing the cat thing.
Mathias's eyes widened and he jumped over Peter. But as he did, he somehow tripped and face-planted into the floor. I started laugh really hard. His face was a mixture of Oh-Shit and what-the-heck-is-going-on?! When he finally got his footing, started to chase me all around the room. Peter tried too help me but Mathias threw a couple of pillow cushions at him. Finally, I just stopped and crouched down low. The Dane's foot caught onto my side and tripped over me. Peter started to laugh and I joined him. When our laughing died down a bit, I gave Peter the plate with the cinnamon bun still intact (thankfully).
He looked at me curiously and asked, “Isn't this yours (f/n)?”
“Nope! I asked Tino if I could bring you one.-”
“Wait a minute, you asked if Peter could have one, but you didn't ask if I could have one too?!” Mathias had gotten up and interrupted Peter just to ask that.
I just shrugged.
“Well first of all, I didn't know that you happened to be here. Second, if you want one, go get it yourself. I don't fell like getting up to get another one.”
He pouted but walked out of the room to get one anyways. Out of the corner of my eye, I happened to see Peter take a bite from the cinnamon bun and smile. Smiling too, I take another bite and lean back. Seconds later, I see Mathias come in with the bun in his hand and a goofy grin on his face. As he walked toward Peter and I, we scoot over to make room on the cream colored couch.
“I see you have one now.” I said nodding to the bun.
“Is it good?”
“Good. Now give it to me.”
Mathias snapped his head over to me and said something. I don't know exactly what he said, but I think it was something along the lines of 'What?! Are you kidding me?!' and some other stuff. After swallowing his food, he repeated what he said.
“What?! Are you kidding me?! No way, this is mine!”
Yep, thought so.
“Dude, just kidding over here. Chill!” I laughed. But then I started thinking.
“Are you staying here when my parents are here?”
He shrugged. “Yup. We have yummy food, and I'm gonna stay to make sure that there are no leftovers.”
“Oh. Well you better be good or else...”