Not In Commision - Read: Tasting Jeremy 2.0

chapter Five (5)

Matthews p.o.v

I opened the door to my house quietly, the family picture of my two dads and I hanging right in view. "Owen?" I dropped my bag at the entry, eyeing the photo as I walked into the house, "Anybody home?"

When I got no reply, I went to the kitchen and got me a pop before going up to my room and getting the first recipe me and Jeremy are doing today-chocolate chip cookies-along with the camera. The second thing I had to do though, was to make sure all the necessary ingredients were in the house, and they were.

So by now, I had an hour to do whatever I wanted until Jeremys practice ended. And I sorta smelled, so I'm going to take a nice, well needed shower.

I at first started out thinking on how we were going to pursue making these cookies, I know Jeremy and I both have no idea at all about how to cook, and we couldn't get Owen to make them because we had to make a video... Unless. Biting my lip I shut my eyes and dunked my head back so the water could spray my face. Unless Jeremy and I make one batch, then Owen another that we could give to my teacher. But I didn't want Owen to make them, because then he might tell Tyler about me failing foods.

I sighed, giving up and continuing my shower, plucking the new body moisturizer Owen had bought. I used it once before, and to me it made my skin softer, but I don't know if it was just me. Or if my skin actually got softer.

I closed my eyes while I rinsed off my body, rinsing up and under the crooks of my body, stumbling back and gasping when I saw Jeremy.

What the heck!

I reached forward, turning off the faucet as fast as I could, shoving the curtains to the side and grabbing a towel, wrapping it around my waist and practically running to my room to get dressed. My mind was racing, my heart was thumping in my ears, and at this moment it smacked me so hard in the face: I pictured my best friend Jeremy naked, while I was naked and in the shower!

"Shit!" I cursed as I put on a pair of boxers. What the hell was wrong with me? I'm not gay! Walking to my closet I grabbed a pair off the top shelf and pulled them over my knees. "Shit!" I yelled, throwing open my dresser and putting on a faded blue shirt. That was not normal!

"Matthew!" A voice sang from downstairs. I froze in my spot, turning my head around to check the time. How the hell did an hour pass that fast?

I lept down the stairs, grunting when I landed on the first level, "Hey Jeremy." I greeted, nearly tripping over the rug as I saw him take off his shirt. "What are you doing?" I sighed, removing my eyes from his body to stare lazily-or what I hoped looked like-into his eyes, it wasn't helping me right now that he was flaunting his body I just thought off. His only reaction was a shrug. "Put your shirt on, you idiot." I narrowed my eyes at him, "And hurry, I want to get these cookies done fast."

He did this weird salute thing, slipping his head into the hole of his shirt before following me into the kitchen.

"So what first?" He picked up certain ingredients looking at each one individually, "Are these things going to be edible?" He gave a look of distaste before leaning against the counter, running his finger around the rim of the glass bowl. I get where he came from though, half the things I've never heard of. But again, I was not in the kitchen twenty-four, seven.