The Way It Was
Chapter 11 <3
Maddy's POV
I woke up to the sound of laughing and the smell of pancakes. Since when did my mom make pancakes? More so, since when did my mom learn to cook?! I brushed my hair and walked downstairs into the kitchen. I was somehow able to say (more like grunt) "Morning," to my mom. My eyes were still adjusting (and I was still half asleep), so when I heard a guy's voice say,
"Hello!" I stopped in my tracks. It was probably just my mind playing tricks on me. I continued walking, until I heard a second voice say,
"Hello, sweetie! Did you sleep alright in your new bedroom?" Why would my mom say hi to me twice? I looked around the kitchen, trying to get my eyes to focus. Instead of just my mom in the kitchen, there was someone else too! My eyesight still wasn't perfect yet, so, confused, I asked my mom,
"Uh, Mom? Why is there another person in our kitchen?" She chuckled and the guy, whoever her was, started laughing uncontrollably. My mom was probably waiting for the guy to tell me who he was, but he was laughing too hard to answer any time soon.
"Maddy, this is Harry! You fell asleep before I came home last night, but I didn't get home until late, and I let Harry stay the night." Oh. Well that makes more sense than this random dude in my kitchen. Harry was starting to control his laughing, and the room was becoming silent, except for the stove burning and the whisk hitting the bowl as it mixed the (pancakes?) inside of it.
"Oh. Hi then.?"
"Hi Maddy! Seems like you lost your memory for a second there," Harry chuckled at his lame attempt at a joke.
"And that is why you aren't a comedian," I replied like a dumb ass.
"Ouch. Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed,"
"Where did you come up with that one?" I asked him like a smart ass. Then, under my breath, I muttered, "Classic,"
"Hey! I heard that!" He chuckled. He should really stop thinking he is funny. He is messing with his head. After Harry stopped obsessing over his lame jokes, it was dead silent for about 10 seconds. It could've been silent longer, but my mom interrupted by saying,
"So! Who wants pancakes?!"
Harry's POV
Yum! Pancakes! Note - To - Self: Don't talk to Maddy early in the morning unless you are in the mood for a tired, mad person. I wonder why Maddy is all of a sudden "mad". She is probably just half asleep and tired still. Today is Sunday, and tomorrow is Monday, so we have school. She sure isn't going to be a fun person to walk to school with every morning. That's for sure! As soon as I finished my delicious pancakes, I said, "Well, I probably have to get going. I have rehearsals today. Thanks for letting me spend the night and breakfast, Mrs. Walsh!"
"You're welcome! Any time, Harry!" I looked at Maddy.
"Bye," She said to me.
"I'll text you later.?" She nodded, and with that, I walked out the door.
I woke up to the sound of laughing and the smell of pancakes. Since when did my mom make pancakes? More so, since when did my mom learn to cook?! I brushed my hair and walked downstairs into the kitchen. I was somehow able to say (more like grunt) "Morning," to my mom. My eyes were still adjusting (and I was still half asleep), so when I heard a guy's voice say,
"Hello!" I stopped in my tracks. It was probably just my mind playing tricks on me. I continued walking, until I heard a second voice say,
"Hello, sweetie! Did you sleep alright in your new bedroom?" Why would my mom say hi to me twice? I looked around the kitchen, trying to get my eyes to focus. Instead of just my mom in the kitchen, there was someone else too! My eyesight still wasn't perfect yet, so, confused, I asked my mom,
"Uh, Mom? Why is there another person in our kitchen?" She chuckled and the guy, whoever her was, started laughing uncontrollably. My mom was probably waiting for the guy to tell me who he was, but he was laughing too hard to answer any time soon.
"Maddy, this is Harry! You fell asleep before I came home last night, but I didn't get home until late, and I let Harry stay the night." Oh. Well that makes more sense than this random dude in my kitchen. Harry was starting to control his laughing, and the room was becoming silent, except for the stove burning and the whisk hitting the bowl as it mixed the (pancakes?) inside of it.
"Oh. Hi then.?"
"Hi Maddy! Seems like you lost your memory for a second there," Harry chuckled at his lame attempt at a joke.
"And that is why you aren't a comedian," I replied like a dumb ass.
"Ouch. Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed,"
"Where did you come up with that one?" I asked him like a smart ass. Then, under my breath, I muttered, "Classic,"
"Hey! I heard that!" He chuckled. He should really stop thinking he is funny. He is messing with his head. After Harry stopped obsessing over his lame jokes, it was dead silent for about 10 seconds. It could've been silent longer, but my mom interrupted by saying,
"So! Who wants pancakes?!"
Harry's POV
Yum! Pancakes! Note - To - Self: Don't talk to Maddy early in the morning unless you are in the mood for a tired, mad person. I wonder why Maddy is all of a sudden "mad". She is probably just half asleep and tired still. Today is Sunday, and tomorrow is Monday, so we have school. She sure isn't going to be a fun person to walk to school with every morning. That's for sure! As soon as I finished my delicious pancakes, I said, "Well, I probably have to get going. I have rehearsals today. Thanks for letting me spend the night and breakfast, Mrs. Walsh!"
"You're welcome! Any time, Harry!" I looked at Maddy.
"Bye," She said to me.
"I'll text you later.?" She nodded, and with that, I walked out the door.
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