Everly's pov
"I don't want pancakes! I want brownies!"
" You can't eat brownies for breakfast Everly!" Blake freaks out as he throws his spatula onto the counter and folds his arms across his chest.
He's giving me a disappointed look that I don't appreciate at all.
" What are you. My mom? Honey I don't see the resemblance!"
It looks as if a vein is going to pop in Blake's neck as he tries and controls his rage. Sheesh, do I really piss people off this easily?
" Will you shut up and eat the fucking pancakes I made!"
Here he goes again with the pancakes. The thought of eating pancakes right now makes me nauseous. But brownies, those will only do me good right now.
" How many times do I have to tell you I don't want the pancakes Blake I want a fucking brownie! "
Maybe I'm at the point where I just want to see how much I can piss him off before he completely loses it.
What?
It's kind of entertaining.
" We don't have brownies! " he raises his voice.
" Then make some like I asked you from the start! " I snap.
" Stop being an ungrateful bitch and eat the food I made you." he says a little more calmer this time.
"No."
Blake glares at me and then throws his tea towel onto the floor. Dramatic much?
" How old are you? " he calmly asks.
" 17 you asswipe. " I huff out my reply.
Well almost 18.
" Then stop throwing a tantrum and eat the fucking food I made you! "
I roll my eyes and walk out of the kitchen.
Yes. I did throw a tantrum over what to eat and yes, I'm in the middle of a huge mood swing. I can see Blake is getting frustrated with my moodiness but I can't help that I crave brownies at 7 in the morning.
" Everly come back you need to eat!" I hear Blake yell after me.
I don't answer him and start climbing the stairs.
" Everly!" he yells after me as he follows me up the stairs.
" I'm not hungry anymore! I'll get my own fucking brownies at the mall!" I yell and slam my door shut.
I still got that teenage spirt inside of me hey.
I hear Blake curse once again and then I hear him slam his own door closed.
I just wanted brownies. Is that so much to ask?
I walk over to my bed side table and pick up my phone that was busy charging. I open Stella's contact and press the call button.
" Why are you calling me this early?" I hear a hungover voice greet me.
" Goodmorning to you too." I reply sarcastically.
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Long Story Short, The Condom Broke ✔️
RomanceThere's a story behind every person. There's a reason why they're the way they are. They aren't just like that because they want to. Something in the past created them, and sometimes it's impossible to fix them. Everly Adams has a different story th...