Ross Lynch has bullied misunderstood Skylar Jones, for most of her life.
Yeah, yeah everyone is called Skylar these days.. When we all think we know the story of the fairy tale ending, 'they live happily ever after' Well no this is life, not Cinde...
After that very awkward scene upstairs, I walked downstairs into the kitchen- everything sparkled with cleanse and the equipment screamed for me to use it. What shall I make? I'm going to make sausage, eggs and Pancakes. Shall I make one for Ross? Yes, I will. I will have to be used to making everything for the two of us. As I grabbed the egg carton, and sausages from the fridge my iPhone rang.
"Hello" I spoke cheerfully, I took some flour, eggs and milk into a bowl. "Morning Skylar" A voice chirped equally happily. I recognise it instantly and start to mix the pancake mix in the bowl adding salt and a tad bit of honey in to sweeten it up. "Morning Mr Lynch" I greeted her over my phone and held it on my shoulder and ear whilst I stirred furiously at the pancake mix in the bowl. "How are you and Ross?" she asked. "Where good I guess, none of us are dead yet so I guess that's a good sign, but where trying." I truthfully informed his mom. "Well I guess that is expected, but you two just keep working at it and things will improve" she informs me. I agree and crack four eggs into a separate bowl and beat them adding salt and pepper in.
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"How's the house looking?" she asked curiously, I smile and look around the huge kitchen I am standing in. "It's beautiful, thank you. Also thank you for getting the water, gas and electricity sorted out before we go here. It was really nice of you" I thank her genuinely thankful. I pour some pancake mixture into the heated oiled pans and place the sausages in a separate pan.
"No worries darling your family now, you wouldn't mind me and your mom coming to have a look at it?" She asks uncertain. "No not at all" I reassure her and I can already hear her smile. "Great, we will be there in 20 minutes or so" Mr Lynch said and I stopped. 20 minutes? That's fast. "Okay then" I sign off and flip the pancake over and turn the sausages around. Mr Lynch said her goodbye and hung up. "Okay, bye" I reply and turn my phone to end the call.
I carried the two breakfast plates to the dining table, placing a fresh glass of Orange juice with ice in and a knife and fork. Racing into the kitchen I put everything away, and wipe the surfaces down. I was just about to sit down when I joined by my fiancée.
"What smells so good?" He smiles like a child on Christmas day, and eye's the plate on the oaky table. "Your breakfast, sit down" I try to fight the urge to laugh at his baby boy smile.
"Thank You Sky" he gobbles down the first fork full of eggs, sausages and Pancakes, (A/N: I am so hungry!!) and he moans in delight shutting his eyes and concentrated on the food in his mouth, I look down at my plate a giggle very quietly. "What's so funny?" he asked. "You seem to be in a good mood" she states and his face brightens, "Why shouldn't I be? I have an amazing house, with amazing things, brand new car and" his voice lowers quietly and he stares directly into my eyes "you" he trails on.
