“Youaremore pretty than Flynn Rider!” She smiles excitedly, and I try to hold her down, avoiding this conversation evolving.
I swear in my life, I never saw a bigger smirk form on his lips than now.
“You think so?” He kneels at her eye level, and she turns shy.
“Maddie told me, but I didn’t believe her.”
“Okay! That isenoughcoming from you, Missy…”
“No, please, enlighten me. What else did she mention? Anything about being funny or charming? The breath of fresh air she needs?”
“No.” I simply cut this interaction because I do not need to inflate his already big ego.
“Why not?” He narrows his eyes.
“Because.”
“That’s not an answer.” He says.
“It is an answer when I say it’s an answer.” And instinctively, I put my hand into the flour bag. I guess I’m throwing flour now.
“Uh…” He is too slow. I throw a good amount of white powder. It covers him and his hair, and he looks like a snowman and a cute one, may I add.
Forget I ever said that.
“You’re going to pay for that.”
“Highly doubt it.” He runs to the flour bag, grabs a generous quantity too, and throws it at me. Paige disappears from the kitchen — probably a good idea — as we continue to throw it at each other. I’m throwing it at him when I slip backwards and grab his hand. But he’s not quick enough, so not only does he join me on the floor, but he also falls on top of me.
“We should stop meeting like this.” I quote cheesily, as if we’re on one of those romcoms, to his face, that is… Too close to mine…
“Yeah, we should.”
I’m supposed to say something, but as soon as I catch his eyes, there is no coming back. It’s like looking into each other’s souls. None of us calls each other out for doing so. He traces my face with his eyes and stops at my lips. Our noses are almost touching, and I hate to admit it, but I don’t want us to stop… Thankfully, the twins stop us.
“Eww!” Who I recognize as Blake yells.
“Get a room!” Brandon finishes.
And those would be our saviors and Paige’s older brothers, Blake and Brandon. Both of them have striking green eyes, dark brown hair, anda lotof freckles. As for their personality, when it comes to twins, worldwide, there are only three options for their behavior. Either both of them are well behaved, and that’s rare, or are complete opposites like water and fire, or both of them are filled with mischief. In my cousins’ case, it’s the latter.
“It’s not a room, but it’s comfortable. Oh, you can’t imagine what we were doing-” I make a lot of kiss noises.
“Enough enough!” They shout, covering their ears.
I turn to Jake, laughing. His face shows surprise, probably about how I handled the situation. He was most likely expecting me to turn red and say nothing, but I know exactly how to deal with the twins, and doing that was not an option. It’s not as if Ididn’t turn red anyway, I was just covered in flour, and nobody saw it.
“What are you doing here?” I ask them.
“It’s a kitchen, Madelaine.” Brandon states.
“What do you think we’re here for?” Blake laughs.
“To set it on fire?” Brandon asks Blake, and then they both turn to me. “I think once is enough, don’t you think?” They both mock, cracking up, making Jake snort, and when I turn to him, he puts his fist in his mouth to try to hold back the laughter, to then turn serious.
“Come on, guys, it was an accident, it happens.”
“You’re not funny anymore, now that you switched sides.” Blake raises an eyebrow and opens the bag of chips that Idefinitelydidn’t let them open.
