The Bad Boy's.....What?

Chapter 23- Cute House Elves and Hot Boys

                         “Don’t look at me, I look ugly!”

                        “That’s not true, you’re fucking beautiful,” Adrian soothes but his brown eyes seem to be holding back his amusement. He turns around to give a glaring and silently seething Drew, a pointed look.

                “Yeah, anyone would be lucky to have you,” Drew coughs awkwardly. He shifts on his shoes until he’s leaning against the kitchen counter, his eyes looking at anything but not at anyone. I can still feel his slight anger from earlier before we all ended up in the kitchen. The tension from Sammy’s room is still very much present, oh so very present. Even now, I can feel Drew glaring at the three of us, Adrian pretends to ignore it, Sammy keeps giving me pleading looks and I just avoid eye contact with the blue eyed

                      “Really?” Lucas looks up with a faint smile on his face. See Adrian, Sammy and I were about to get our asses tore by Drew’s dark side, him having found out about Sammy’s little pregnancy scare, when a scream saved us from his anger. We tore out of Sammy’s room like our lives depended on it which knowing Drew, they kind of did. Nothing prepared us for the sight waiting for us in the kitchen, Lucas leaning over a frying pan, something sizzling on the stove before catching fire. The flames rising up high before we were able to douse them out with the extinguisher, sadly, nothing could be done for Lucas’s eyebrows, which both are now halfway gone. Lucas is currently sitting on top of the kitchen counter cupping his hands over his brows. The area around his eyes intensely red, I think he should put some ointment on that.

                 “Yeah, Lucas you’re the definition of a stud,” I pipe up cheerfully. The poor idiot has been sulking for half an hour going on and on about what was, he started to sound like Rapunzel’s song from Tangled, which he didn’t miss to sing. I’ve never seen the usually upbeat Lucas seem so down. As soon as those words come out I notice Sammy shake her head frantically while Drew just seems bored and raises an eyebrow. I think he’s giving me the silent treatment but I can’t be quite sure.

                  “You really think so Khloe?” he looks up with a beaming smile, he’s like a little kid. I nod, giving him a smile of my own. He jumps down from the counter before giving me a tight hug.

                 “I’m prettier than all of you,” he turns on his feet pointing towards Adrian and Drew, even Sammy. Well, at least he doesn’t have self-esteem problems. His brown eyes have none of that sadness from before, he starts dancing and singing along to Kelis’s Milkshake. I just hope he really doesn’t bring any boys to our yard.

              “What were you even doing cooking?” I ask curiously. All of us turn to face a sheepish looking Lucas. He begins to shift nervously and scratching the back of his neck.

                 “Well, uhm, Kohl and I had a bet on whose cooking could woo a girl,” he looks down at his worn Converse. It would have something to do with my brother.

               “And what girl would you be wooing?” Adrian smirks. Hm, who could it be because as far as I know Lucas is the more promiscuous one of the group?

                  “Oh look it’s Kurt Cobain,” Lucas points behind us.

               “We’re not going to fall for that,” Sammy scowls at him. Strangely enough, Kohl walks into the kitchen dressed as Kurt Cobain for some odd reason even I’m terrified to ask. Out of the corner of my eye I see Adrian holding a fist to his mouth, holding in his laughter.

                 “Why?” is all Drew says as he looks my brother up and down.

             “Turns out that cooking shit doesn’t really work on girls, so I’m working on a new technique,” Kohl shrugs as if this should be obvious. I pinch the bridge of my nose and shake my head at him. The blond wig hangs precariously off his stupid little head. I also think he did a poor job of scribbling some bad work of stubble on his face. All in all, he is no Kurt Cobain; I just hope he doesn’t try to sing. I don’t know if his love for Nirvana brought this on, or if he really is trying to impress some poor soul out there. Either way I feel sorry for them both.