This one's kind of just a filler. I didn't have much time to write over the last week because school has been so hectic and with Christmas celebrations, last minute Christmas shopping and famjams, I haven't even had time to chill! But I felt bad about not uploading in more than a week so I had to at least upload something! Hope you guys enjoy, though!
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Chapter 8
Wes and Drew walked into a kitchen that smelled mouth-watering. Keaton was throwing dough above his head in an attempt to make pizza. He had flour all over his hands and up to his elbows. Yale sat on the counter near him and laughed as Keaton tried to throw the dough as high as he could without making a huge mess. Damn, Drew thought, looking delicious.
He wasn’t exactly talking about the pizza.
Yale had flour on her too, even though it was pretty obvious that Keaton did most of the work. She was wearing an Emblem3 shirt, one of Keaton’s, it looked like. It had a smattering of flour on it and a little bit on her tan thighs, too. She even had a dot of flour on her nose.
“Yum, I’m starving. When’s that gonna be ready, Keat?” Wes asked as he leaned against the counter beside Yale. Drew went straight for the fridge and grabbed a protein drink.
“There’s already one in the oven. That’ll be done in a couple of minutes,” Keaton replied, looking up at his brother while flattening the dough with his palm.
“Sweet, what’s on it?” Drew asked as he took a sip of his drink while looking through the window into the oven.
“Chicken.”
“Lots and lots of it,” Yale piped up.
“Nice,” Wes commented. “What are you putting on yours?”
“Meat lovers,” Yale answered with a big grin.
“Obviously,” Drew said with a roll of his eyes. “That’s the only kind of pizza Keaton eats.”
A beep came from the oven and Yale jumped off the counter to check it out. She put on oven mitts and opened the oven. “Yum, it’s done,” she announced. The two older boys exclaimed excitedly and sat down at the breakfast table. “You sure you guys don’t want to help set up the table or anything? I mean, I feel bad that all you have to do is sit there and wait for your food to be served,” she said with mock concern.
Keaton laughed. The two older boys didn’t even bat an eyelash. “Nah, don’t worry about us,” Drew answered. “Just pretend we’re customers at your pizzeria.”
With a roll of her eyes, Yale grabbed four sets of plates, glasses and napkins and set it on the table. She took a notepad and a pen from the drawer under the breakfast table and turned to the two boys with a big smile. “Hey guys, have you decided what you’d like today or can I start you off with some drinks?”
“I think we’re good. I’d like your best pizza ever,” Wes said simply.
“A slice of our super special chicken pizza coming right up,” Yale said as she wrote down the order. “And you, sir?”
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New Beginnings
FanfictionYale has always been adventurous. Moving to another country at the age of 16, she leaves her family behind for her biggest adventure yet. This is the story about how she found a new beginning in a place where she never thought of looking.
