Fucking love that picture of him☝️

I just noticed this whole time I've been writing fanfiction(two years), I've always put Y/n POV and not Y/n's POV...I'm sORRY

Am I the only one who feels intimidated when my friends read my things on here?(hi Emily, Kellie, and Andrew...)

Y/n's POV

"I'm telling you, Rowen is jealous!" Laken giggles.

I roll my eyes, scanning the room for any sign of Lucy. "I highly doubt that, Lake."

"Just think about it! You've spent so much time with Ethan-"

"He doesn't like me. We're like brother and sister. It'd basically be incest if we got together."

"One, ew. Two, he likes you! I know it!"

I lean against the dark blue and black table in front of me. "He doesn't."

"Every time he sees you with Ethan it's like his bright spirit dims a bit." Lake states. "I will set you two up. I love being cupid!"

With that, she hangs up. I sigh with a simple eye roll, and shove my phone in my back pocket. Today I was at work once again. If it wasn't obvious, I hated this place. I would do anything to convince my mom to allow me to quit and never get a job for the rest of my high school days.

"You look stressed. You okay?"

I take my head out from my hands to be met with a confused looking Ethan. A smile grows on his face, lifting up a light brown cup with a white lid. "Brought coffee for ya."

Standing up straight, I take the coffee into my hands and take a sip. "Thank you."

"No problem."

"What're you doing here?" I ask, sending a thankful smile his way.

"Got bored and decided to come and see you." Ethan shrugs. "When do you get off?"

"About two hours, why?"

"You doing anything after this?"

"No," I answer slowly. "Why?"

He grins happily. "Come to my place when you get off."

"Okay, but why?" I repeat for the third time.

"SGD got pushed back a couple hours and-" before Ethan could say any more, a lady walked up to us holding a red and black striped shirt. "Can I return things here?" She asks.

"Yes ma'am." I grin. As I've recently been told, I look too depressed when I work. So Lucy wants me to smile to every person who walks up. "Are you returning that shirt?"

She nods and places it on the counter.

"Do you have the receipt?" I ask. Ethan is standing to the side, attempting to be invisible.

"Why would I need a receipt?" The lady asks, confusion written all over her face.

I give up on the happy act and send her a look telling her that was the stupidest question. "So you can prove you bought it?"
(Don't go correcting me that you don't absolutely need a receipt to return things, just keep reading XD )

"Can't you just take it and give me my money? It has the tag on it!" She yells, pulling the tag out and showing it to me.

"I said nothing about the tag, I need the receipt." I say, showing frustration.

The lady folds her arms. "Why is the receipt so important?"

"Are you stupid?"

Ethan stands by, his eyes slowly widening, looking between me and the lady. The lady just stares at me with a hateful look.

"I don't think-" Ethan starts, only to be interrupted by me.

"I don't want to hear you speak right now." Send him a look warning him to shut up before turning my focus back to the angered lady.

"I want to speak to your manager." She demands.

Rolling my eyes, I pull the phone from off the wall. "Add this lady to the list." I mumble. "Lucy, you're needed at the Costumer Service Desk." 

"Add this lady to the list? What's that supposed to mean?" She asks, looking offended.

Setting the phone back in its spot, I roll my eyes. "You have no idea how many people have wanted to talk to the manager because of me."

She sends me a disgusted look. "Why haven't you been fired yet?"

"You think I know?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

You could tell Ethan was debating if he should leave or not. It wasn't long before Lucy was standing by my side behind the desk.

"Whats the problem here?" She sighs, quickly sending a cold glare my way before meeting eyes with the lady.

"She's saying I need he receipt to return this."

"What? No you don't." Lucy shakes her head, looking at me. "Its good to have them, but it's not required."

My eyes widen, remembering what she's always told me. "You always said-"

She cuts me off, sending me yet, another harsh glare. "I always said it good to have them, but it's not required."

"You've never once said that until now!" I shout, completely confused and frustrated.

Lucy rolls her eyes and plasters a fake smile on. "I'm sorry ma'am, let me just take care of this for you."

She takes her somewhere away from me and completes the job I couldn't finish. I already knew she was going to give me the costumers-are-always-right talk again.

Letting an exaggerated groan escape past my lips, I point towards the two walking away and look to Ethan. "She has always said I needed to see a receipt!"

"I was trying to tell you that receipts aren't always necessary."

My eyes widen slightly, my arm dropping down to my side. "Oh," I nod. "Sorry, I thought you were gonna tell me I shouldn't be speaking to her like I was."

Ethan's shoulders rise a bit. "Well-"

"Don't even start. I hear enough about this from Lucy." I roll my eyes. Ethan quietly laughs.

***

Ethan left a while ago. He said he didn't want to get in the way of my job. He ignored my protests, and left me alone at an empty counter.

Currently, I'm on my way to Ethan's like he asked. After the whole receipt incident, I forgot to ask why he wanted me here. Help with homework? Early SGD, making up for last week's being canceled? Boredom?

The first thing I see when pulling up in Ethan's driveway is Grey and Quinton trying to get Max and Dexter to pull them on their skateboards while bundled up in big coats. Max looked asleep, and Dexter just didn't want to move. The boys stared at the car in confusion until they saw it was me.

"Hey Y/n!" Quinton yelled, trying to walk Max up.

Grey was next with his kind greeting. "Sup smelly!"

I waved at the two, making my way to the door. "Hey Quinton! Hey idiot!"

Quinton laughed as Grey looked genuinely offended. I stood in front of the door after knocking a few times, waiting for an answer. Andrew opened the door, sending me a warm smile, his dirty blond hair falling on his shoulders.

Opening the door even more and motioning for me to come in, he speaks. "How are you, Ms. Walmart?" He asks through small chuckles.

Remembering I'm still in my uniform, I shrug. "I've been good. What about you, music man? Hows the music going?"

"It's great! I'm really proud of a couple I've just made."
(Andrew's song Lights is greeaat btw!)

"You'll have to let me listen to them sometime!"

Ethan jogs into the room, grinning at the sight of me. He sets an arm around my shoulders, smiling at his older brother. "I thought I heard a female voice. Couldn't be a girl of Andrew's. Once they see they see his hair, they're out."

"Hey! My hair is amazing!" Andrew defends, grabbing a lock of his hair.

Laughing at the two, I nod. "I have to agree with Andrew on this one. His hair is like Thor's before he cut it."

"C'mon!" Ethan giggles.

I shrug under his arm. "Sorry buddy."

Andrew's phone begins ringing. He takes it out from his pocket and glances at the caller ID before I quickly answering and jogging up the stairs. Ethan turns around, taking his arm from off of me and begins walking into the kitchen. He stands on the opposite side of me at the bar. I take a seat on the stool, staring at the cookbook between us.

He grabs it and begins flipping through it. "My parents are out today and want me to make this fish stew thing for some Christmas dinner thing we're having at church." He shrugs. "I don't know why she wants me to cook it. I've never cooked anything but bacon and eggs before."
(I'm making the ASMR cooking video into a chapter! I've had this idea for a while and couldn't wait to write it XD)

"And you want me here for..?" I lean on to counter, arms crossed.

"To help me, of course! And so I'm not incredibly bored."

"I wont be any help. I can't cook worth a shit." I giggle, staring at the book. He finally stops on a page and taps the picture at the top.

He twists the book to face me. "Keep that fresh in your mind, thats what we're gonna make. But first, we have to get the ingredients." Loudly slamming the book shut, he begins walking around the kitchen, looking through cabinets and drawers, and setting whatever he grabbed on the bar. "I bought everything we needed when I was out earlier."

"How'd you get the wine?" I question.

He stares at it then meets eyes with me again. "Okay, I bought everything except for the wine. It was already here, thankfully."

He turns around, looking through every cabinet, before pulling out a white cutting board. "Everything that you need-" Ethan slams the cutting board onto the counter, creating a loud sound. The both of us laugh. "That was louder than expected." He grins. He continues his words before he was cut off by the loud noise. "Everything that you need when you cook should be here." He pats the cutting board.

"What if you don't need to cut it?" I ask, being the smart aleck I am.

He pats the board again. "Here."

"What if its just olive oil?"

Again, he pats the board. "Here."

"Alright, just pour that stuff all over the cutting board!" I laugh. Soon, Ethan joins.

"Step one!" He shouts. He pulls up his sleeves of his white hoodie with the word sheep in a red box. "Washing of the hands."

Turning the kitchen sink on and covering his hands in soap, he stares at me. "C'mon. You need to do the washing."

Giggling, I stand up off the stool and do as told. When he finished, he pulled a gray towel off the counter, whipping it around before drying his hands. "Hands-" He claps his hands loudly. "-Washed!"
(Why are loud noises funny though? Am I the only one?)

As I dry my hands, he makes his way back to his spot by the cutting board. "Lets get to the mean biz, all right?"

"Mean biz?" I ask, placing the towel back on the counter.

"Yes, mean biz. Problem?" He fakes a harsh look towards me.

Placing my hands by my head, I take my place back onto the stool. "No, none at all."

"Better not be." He glares at me, holding back a grin. Setting his focus back onto the task, he grabs the bread, staring at the cookbook. "We've got bread here. We've gotta chop it up into some fine cubes."

Ethan turns around to the counter. "Bread knife." He pulls out a random knife. "Bread knife right here."

"Whats a bread knife?" I ask through giggles.

He slammed the handle of the knife onto the cutting board. "Every knife is a bread knife!" He yells.

"Butter knife?"

"Bread knife"

"Pocket knife?"

"Bread knife!"

"Katana?"

"Bread knife!" Ethan points at me. "Every knife is a bread knife!"

"Okay, okay! Every knife is a bread knife!"

"Good." He glares at me, slowly looking back down to his hands.

Ethan begins cutting the bread into cubes after taking it out from the plastic before looking at the book then to me. "Can you turn the stove on and put it to 300 degrees?"

I nod happily and do as told, knowing he meant oven instead of stove. When he finished chopping half the loaf into cubes, he takes a look at each one. "We have some...rectangles."

I laugh at his small mistake.

"And I'm deciding to do rectangles. I don't think we're gonna do cubes."

He began putting the bread in a half cup, measuring how much he needed. Every time he had a cup, he'd say "cup" to himself. I found it rather amusing. As he did that, I did the next step; melting the butter. It was one of the easier tasks, which is why I'm doing it. I'm totally helping. I set the stick in a bowl and set it in the microwave for two minutes.

"Thats not long enough!" Ethan said, changing the time.

"Dude, that is way too long but whatever you want." I giggle, shrugging and taking my spot on the stool again.

While waiting for the butter to melt, Grey and Quinton burst through the front door, shivering from the temperature outside.

"We saw a kid that goes to our school walking down the sidewalk so we came in before they saw us." Quinton stated, strolling into the kitchen.

"Hey smelly! I didn't get to hug you yet!" Grey said, sounding like an old relative at a family reunion.

My brows stitch together. "Since when did you ever want to hug me?"

"Just c'mere."

I bend down hesitantly and he wrapped his arms around my neck. It felt like a normal hug for a second, but that quickly changed when he pulled a beanie full of snow over my head and ran off. Pulling it off as fast as possible, snow falls to the floor, melting quickly.

"You ass!" I yell, some giggles coming out when he ran up the stairs, Quinton following him. Ethan is dying of laughter behind the counter, telling me about the face I made.

Soon enough, the beeping of the microwave fills the room after the water was cleaned up. Ethan open's the small, black door and we could hear the loud sizzling of the butter.

"Now listen to this shimmer, listen." He faces me with a silent mouth, allowing both of us to hear to sizzle. "Thats how you know your butter's melted."

He pulls two oven gloves over his hands and slowly sets in on the empty half of the cutting board. "Oh," Ethan giggles. "Probably too much."

"I told you!"

"Yeah, yeah."

He shakes the bread in the pan once more then picks the bowl up. "Give it a good drizzle." Ethan chuckles. "That doesn't not look like it should."

Once the bowl is empty of melted butter, he places it back on the cutting board. He looks up at me, a wide smile on his face. "It...this doesn't look correct, Y/n!" He laughs.

"If you fuck it up, you're screwed." I laugh.

"Me? What about you! You're helping!"

"All I've done was turn the oven on and melt butter!"

He shrugs. "Still helping."

Ethan picks the pan of butter and bread up. "Give it a good jostle." He shakes it a bit, very few bread rectangles moving. Giving up, he plops the pan back down in its spot while I hold back laughs. "M'kay." He takes a look at the book again then picks the pan up again. "We're putting it in the oven for 15 to 20 minutes."

Hovering over the cookbook once again, he began reading the next thing aloud. "Put the sauerkraut ham juniper caraway thyme bay leaves l'll put two spoons of the wine in a Dutch oven." He looks up at me. "I don't have a Dutch oven!" Both of us laugh. "I don't even know- is that the thing with the top?"

"I don't know!" I shrug. "I've never heard of a Dutch oven until now."

"Shit," Ethan mumbles. He grabs his phone from the other end of the bar and holds the home button down, bringing Siri onto the screen. "Hey Siri, whats a Dutch oven?"

"A Dutch oven is a tick-walled cooking pot with a well fitted lid." She replies.

Ethan thinks for a moment. "So..." He bends down and all I can hear for a moment are pans clanging together. "So what we'll do instead," He sets the pan in the bar. "Sometimes, you've just got to improvise." He sets the smaller pan on top of the bigger one and meets eyes with me. "Dutch oven."

The both of us laugh. "That is the saddest Dutch oven I've ever seen."

"Well then it's just gotta be sad then!" Ethan yells, laughing afterward.

Ethan continues talking to me as if he's on a cooking show as he read what the cookbook said. "What we're gonna do now- we're gonna improvise and make our own little Dutch oven so we need some bacon, we need some-" He stops and flinches for whatever reason. "We need some bacon." He repeated.

I began opening the bacon for him as he continued reading. "One pound of sauerkraut." He picked the jar of sauerkraut up and began reading the label. "I don't know what a pound is. I don't know how much is in here."

"Good going Ethan." I chuckle, ripping the package of bacon open and placing a few pieces into the pan.

He set the jar down and began struggling to open it. "When you're a professional chef like I do after years if experience, you'd know that-" He stops for a second when he eventually got the jar lid off, creating a loud popping sound. "-you may not need to measure things out anymore."

"So you're just gonna guess how much is a pound?" I raise a brow.

"There is no guessing. I know."

I giggle. "Not according to what you said two seconds ago."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Whatever, professional chef." I joke.

He walks over to a drawer and pulls out a spoon. "We need a pound of sauerkraut, so you can really just eyeball it, which is what I will be doing today." He scoops multiple spoonfuls of sauerkraut into the pan on top of the bacon. "Thats a pound." He loudly bangs the spoon on the pan multiple times, making sure all the sauerkraut is off the spoon, only to put it back in the pan of bacon and sauerkraut.

"We've got our bacon, we've got our sauerkraut, now all we need is some sweet, sweet sour spices." He states, picking up measuring spoons. He measures two different spices, getting a bit too much on one.

"Okay, our bread is done now." He says, pulling the oven gloves over his hands. "Let's take her out of the oven and really see what she looks like." Without him asking, I began cleaning up the area where everything was happening. I put most things away where I remember Ethan got them from as he continued to narrate everything.

"Looking pretty good, looking pretty good." Ethan nods, placing the pan down on an empty spot on the bar. "With our bread done, we will start the Dutch oven process."

"The sad Dutch oven process." I correct.

"Oh, thats right! The sad Dutch oven process." Ethan giggles, forcing a smile to grow on my face.

"Now, we're gonna let this simmer for ffffff..." Ethan reads through the cookbook. "Forty minutes, stirring occasionally. Hmm, not so sure about that last one folks."

I grin, taking a seat back on the stool. "What, you can't stir something?"

"No, my hands don't work properly. I mean, look at this!" Ethan raises his hand and makes me watch it flop around as he shakes it violently. "I doesn't work!"

"I'm sure it doesn't after that!" I laugh, him soon joining.

Picking up the "Dutch oven" and sliding it into the oven, he whispers. "Have a good slumber."

Stepping back in his spot, he calls for Siri. "Hey Siri?" She doesn't answer. "Hey Siri?" Still, no answer. "Hey Siri?" Same result.

Giving up on Siri, he takes a few steps to reach it and sets a timer for 40 minutes. He turned his phone off and set it aside, taking a look at the cookbook.

"Wait, as the fish cook? Oh fuck, we're supposed to put the fish on top!"

"This is why we read the book, Ethan!" I giggle.

He rushes to get the pans out of the oven and places it on the stove. "Forgot one step! We need he fish!"

I hand the fish to him and he quickly opens it, slapping it on the cutting board. "The key to a good fish is a good sound." He began lifting the fish and dropping it on the board, making a small slapping sound. "Thats a good fish."

"That some ASMR shit right there." I giggle. He shakes his head with a smile, ignoring my words.

"Okay, now that we have our fish, we have ti cut it up a little bit. So we'll just cut it into whole chunks." He cut a few lines into the fish before he paused. "Do we cut it into chunks?" He asks, looking at me with a raised brow.

I flip the book around and read a few lines before meeting eyes with him again. "It says strips." I answer.

He returns to his hands and continues with his cooking show. "Cut these into little strips, just like that." When he finishes half way, he picks up a piece of the fish. "But actually though, theres so much fish. This is what the recipe says." Ethan says confusedly, then returned to cutting the fish.

"If it's what is says, its what we have to do to make this soup thing." I shrug.

"I don't see how you can use this much fish." He comments. When all the fish is cut up, he let out a relieved sigh and set the knife down. "This makes no sense." He mumbles before he started narrating the cooking again. "We've got our fish and all we have to do now is wait for the Dutch oven to finish. Thats what it says." He leans back over the book, checking for anything he missed. "Lay the three fish on top, sprinkle the salt and pepper. The fish will be tender in about ten minutes." He read aloud.

"Assuming our DIY Dutch oven was prepared correctly, we'll place the fish on top and then it will be done." He grabbed the knife he was cutting the fish with and walked over to the sink. "Mark my words." He mumbled before setting the knife in the sink.

The two of us waited the 40 minutes out, cleaning the kitchen and talking about useless things. After the alarm he set earlier went off, his cooking narration returned. "Okay, our stew is maybe done. We're gonna take the Dutch oven out of the oven now, and we're going to place the fish atop and put it back in. So let's see how our Dutch oven faired."

He pulled the pans out of the oven and placed it on the stove. Curious of how it turned out, I got up and stood next to him.

"Doesn't look too bad. That bacon does not look done." Ethan mumbles to himself, staring at the raw bacon. He turned to me and began speaking. "What we need to do, is we need to take the fish, put the fish on the-" he stops, looking at the bar then the pan, confusing me. "On top." He finishes, smiling.

He placed the chopped up fish on top and looked at me standing by his side. "If we take the pan, put it back on top, and Dutch oven this bitch for another ten to 15 minutes, we may have something here."

Hopeful of something to happen, he sets the pans back into the oven. "Dutch oven." He repeats, earning a small giggle from me.

The two of us sat at the bar. He checked the words of the cookbook, just to make sure he wasn't missing something. "Ohhh.." Ethan said before pulling the wine closer to him. "We were supposed to put wine in there."

He got the measuring spoons back out and grabbed the wine. "Two tablespoons of wine." He put the oven gloves back on the brought the pans back out. He poured two tablespoons of wine in the pan before he started narrating what he was doing. "Put the top back on, put the oven open, and she goes back inside."

He turned around. "Hey Siri?"

His phone made the signature sound, indicating Siri has been turned on.

"Set a timer for 12 minutes." He commands.

"Your timer is set for 12 minutes." Siri replies.

"Thank you." Ethan jokes, knowing she won't reply.

He returns to his spot at the bar and raises his hands. "What am I doing? what am I doing? what am I doing? The shallot. One shallot." He got the bunch of shallots he bought and pulled one out. He held one up so I could see it. "At the store, I couldn't find any shallot ms, so I got uhh...this."

I chuckle at him. He began cutting the "shallot" up into small pieces, as fast as he could, but sure not to cut his finger. He was done in seconds. He looked up at me with a cocky look. "Impressed? Thought so."

"Good job not getting an injury!" I clap jokingly.

He bows, a wide smile on his face. "Okay," He started, returning his attention to the task at hand. "So now we have that there, its not a shallot, but close enough, we put the cream in. How much cream?" He looks at me.

Scanning the recipes, I look back at him. "Half a cup." I answer.

"Half a cup of heavy cream." He continues. "I should've put this in the fridge!" He states, twisting the cap off the container holding the cream.

Ethan continued narrating. "Pour this in there, put this in the fridge." He laughs.

Standing up, I grab the cream and put it in the fridge for him.

"Okay, so now we're going to do some real magic here." He turns around and turns the stove on, the pan with the cream and the "shallot" in hand. Stepping off the stool, I make my way over to where he stood. He sets the pan on the burning stove and began mixing whats in the pan with a wooden spoon.

"We have this going. All we've got to do is stir it on medium heat. Stir it until it gets nice and creamy." He switches hands with the wooden spoon. "Now at this time in our cooking, I like to reflect on the past, think about the meals you've cooked, the people that you've had at your table," Ethan pauses. "The meals you've had alone. Think about the time that you saw Paddington 2, alone in a theater, and you cried thrice."

I raise an eyebrow at how the mood change. He looked over at me. "Think about it, remember it, and let it go." He looked back at his hands. "The most important thing about cooking, is that you release your feelings into the food. But the more positive energy in the food, the better the food will be."

"No matter what energy you put i to this food, it won't end will." I giggle.

His eyes quickly lock onto mine. "I have been completely confident in this meal." He says seriously. "Don't ruin it for me with your negative energies."

The both of us burst into laughter after he said that. Anything Ethan says or does, you can count on him to making it funny. Anything can be turned into a joke with him, and it's absolutely amazing.

Once we're both calmed down, he returned to the food. He takes a step back over to the bar and grabs the lemon he had bought earlier and a knife. "Now we have to cut the lemon. I'm doing it with the bread knife because I don't want to take out the other knife again."

The knife cuts through the lemon, silently hitting the the cutting board.

"We need the juice of one lemon." Ethan states, bringing the lemon to the pan on the stove and squeezing it as hard as he could. "And we squeeze. Get all those juices out of there."

He hands me the squished lemon and asks me to throw it away. As I throw it away, Ethan continues stirring the stuff in the pan. "Keep it going, keep it stirring. You're going to get a very nice broth out of all this."

Hearing the alarm from Ethan's phone through the room, he sets the spoon down and opens the oven. I turn the alarm off then return to Ethan's side.

"All right, lets take this bitch out." Ethan mumbles, pulling it out with his glove covered hands. Setting the pans on the stove, he lifts the top pan from his DIY Dutch oven. "Now," He starts, sucking in a breath. "That doesn't look cooked, should we put it in for more? Like, that just doesn't look cooked." He laughs. I shrug in response.

He stares at it for a bit longer before deciding what to do. "Okay, here's what we'll do, here's what we'll do. All right, a great chef can always improvise." He says, pulling out tongs from a nearby drawer. He begins putting the raw fish in the pan with the cream, lemon juice, and shallot mixture. "Theres so much fish here." He comments.

After he finished, he sets the tongs down. "Listen to the sizzle, listen to the crackle, listen to-" He loudly sniffs the air. "Can you smell it? You can smell it can't you?"

"Yeah sure, smells odd." I answer.

"Thats the sign if a good chef." Ethan states before going back to the fish. "Now you may think, Ethan you don't know what you're doing." He says. He never finished the sentence. It just ended there.

Once he's done cooking the fish, he looks at me. "I think it's time that we see what happens, okay?" He picks the pan up holding the mixture of three things and fish. "We're gonna take some of this," Ethan pours the mix into a bowl. "This just...doesn't look good." He laughs. He takes the wooden spoon and begins scooping some of it into the bowl with the mixture as we both laugh.

"I think I should have not put it in the pan. I think the really high heat fucked it." He laughs.

"No kidding." I nod.

"So now it's time we've all been waiting for." Ethan grabs the bowl and sets it on the bar next to the cookbook. We compare it to the picture, which looked completely different. The both of us laugh quietly. "Only looks a little different." He says, sarcastically.

"Lets try it." He hands me a fork and kept another in his hand.

"This is scary." I comment, a chuckle sliding out my mouth.

"Aww, you want me to hold your hand?" Ethan teases, grabbing my hand.

"Fuck no." I giggle, letting his hand go.

We both take a bite out of the food, surprising me with no taste.

"To be honest, it really doesn't taste like anything." He shrugs. I nod in agreement. "Lets give it a good crunch." He says, taking a piece from the bowl and crunching loudly on it.
(Was the bread at this part? I can't tell what it isss!)

"I mean, its not good." Ethan laughs. "Edible, not good."

"I have been completely confident in this meal." I quote him.

Ethan laughs harder. "Oh hush!"

To find where we went wrong, Ethan looked over the recipe once more. "Ohhh," Ethan looks at me. "I know where we went wrong."

"What?" I ask curiously, staring at the book.

"We made the wrong recipe." He laughs. Both of us burst into laughter again, but this one being the hardest. Ethan crouched down, holding onto the counter and leaning his head on his arm while I leaned onto the counter.

Ince we calmed down, he stood up and pointed at the label above the picture. "Ah, see, fish stew with meat, three ways." He points at the bottom of the picture where a name was printed. "Praised fish power style. We made charcuterie and fish." He points to another list. "We wanted to make that."

"Oohhh," I grin at the dumb mistake.

"So.." Ethan runs his hands through his hair. "There's the problem."

"Ya dummy, thats a stupid mistake." I joke, playfully punching his arm.

"In my defense, I was really going off the picture and I should've noticed when I didn't have to buy carrots because that the prominent piece of the puzzle in that picture." He laughs, pointing at the carrots in the picture.

"Still a stupid mistake." I grin.

"Hey!" He yells as if he remembered something.

"Hi!" I shouted back.

"I almost forgot to ask you! Tomorrow is the last game of the school year, and we're playing against Shouden County. Do you think you can come?" He asks, slight hope in his eyes. 
(The names I make up for last names and counties are so weird wtf)

"Yeah sure, I'll definitely be there!" I smile widely. "What time is it? Is it a home game?" I ask.

"Be at our school at three."

"All right. I'll be there!" I grin widely.

"Good." He smiles down at me. "And feel free to bring Lake, Bex, Pirate, and Em if you want."

"Okay," I giggle and nod. Pirate has actually become an actual nick name for him, and an inside joke with the basketball team and us. Lake, Bex, Em, and I rarely ever call him that, it's mostly the guys.

Oh boy, Lake and Em will be drooling.

Oof that sucked

Longest chapter I've ever written.(5721 words)

I apologize for the typo filled, shit covered chapter, but I'm positive the next one will be better(I hope)!