Bite Me

These Manly Vampires Can't Handle The Word 'Bra'

ughh...i dont feel too great:P. heres the chapter:

Seven-These Manly Vampires Can’t Handle The Word ‘Bra’

After dressing in some skinny jeans and a v neck, straighten my hair, and apply makeup, I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen.

To see hell broke loose.

The whole kitchen looks like a battlefield, with flour, eggs, and sugar flung everywhere, including the ceiling. Yes, the ceiling. Henry and Clinton, both wearing chef hats and aprons, tug over the flour, making the powder go everywhere. Charles, also wearing a chef hat and an apron, is yelling curse words while trying to get the microwave to work. Edward, who seems amused by this whole thing, is also covered in eggs, flour, and other goo like the others while leaning on the kitchen table, but he’s munching on some muffins that seem perfectly made. And to put the cherry on top, Bart is covered in pancake mix, on top of the island in the middle of the kitchen, singing Tik Tok by Ke$ha into a rolling pin.

Just picture it.

They finally see me standing in the doorway with a shocked expression, my mouth on the floor and my eyebrows raised. “All I have to say is: What the fuck?”

Bart grins and goes back to his off key song while Edward shakes his head, shaking flour onto the ground. “You don’t want to know.” Then he turns to his brothers. “Hey, you guys owe me 50 dollars. Each.” They all groan, making grimaces. Bart then switches to Tonight, Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae, dancing in a circle. I can’t help but giggle at the sight before me.

“Guys, it looks like a tornado hit, then a hurricane, then an earthquake, and then the tornado came back for seconds.” I comment, sitting down at the dirty kitchen table.

Clinton groans. “I know. We all wanted to make breakfast for you, since we kinda felt bad for trapping you here. Edward, then had a genius plan saying we should all split up and try making our own food and let you decide which food was the best. But, it turns out Edward isn’t a genius at all, and now the kitchen looks like this since none of us know how to cook except for Edward. And we also made a bet saying whose food you like best is the winner and we have to pay the winner 50 bucks. Each.” He glares at Edward, who’s grinning sheepishly.

“Even Charles participated?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Yep. I was surprised too.” Bart says, then starts singing Born This Way by Lady Gaga, jumping off the island and onto his knees, making me burst into laughter. That boy has a problem with singing.

“Bart stop!” Charles says, smacking his brother on his head. “Your gonna make the girl die from laughter!” Bart ignores him, and starts singing Katy Perry’s Hot N Cold, making me clutch my stomach from laughing so hard. “Bart!” Charles growls.

Bart starts prancing around the kitchen like’s a stage, switching to Selena Gomez’s I Love You Like A Love Song. A rolling pin in his hand, he slowly walks around the kitchen, belting out the words. I have tears in my eyes by now, and his brothers are laughing at me, laughing at Bart. Charles, instead of laughing, is growling at his brother, chasing him around the kitchen, while Bart dodges his grabs easily, still dancing and singing like an idiot.

He starts singing Beyonce’s Crazy In Love, which makes Charles’s face go red, and he get’s more angrier. “Bart! I’m gonna kill you!” He lunges for him, but misses. Bart keeps singing, and Charles keeps lunging for him. Finally, what seems like forever, Charles catches a grinning Bart. “Bartholomew Harris.” Charles growls, making me giggle.