In a Heartbeat
Food Fight
Melody's POV
In the end, the entire pan of hotdish was gone in 10 minutes flat, thanks mainly to one thing. Hence the word thing, meaning not a person.
I think Niall liked it, considering he ate half the pan all by himself. Zayn didn't like all the cheese that was on top, but that was okay, because I didn't either. I thought it kinda tasted metallic when I ate it with the cheese. Liam thought that the green stuff that oozed out from it was some kind of poisonous goo until I told him it was just the curry powder that made it do that (I think it's the curry powder that makes it do that, at least. I'll correct it if I'm wrong later.). Louis scraped every individual grain of rice off the cheese then threw the cheese at Niall, caught it with his mouth and devoured it. Harry took a carrot off Louis' plate when he wasn't looking, but Louis had counted his carrots and got mad at Harry, so he got cheese in the face.
Then Harry threw a handful of rice at Louis, but he ducked and it hit Zayn, who threw a handful of mashed potatoes at Harry, which hit me, so I went and hid behind Liam and Niall and threw a chunk of frosting at the three of them, then ducked and smeared frosting on Niall's arm, so he got hit with mashed potatoes, rice, and cheese. This potatoes ended up hitting Liam, and I hid under the table without anyone noticing so I wouldn't be to blame for this mess. Eventually, the Katrinas, Heather, and Ella joined in just because they wanted to.
I had never been in a food fight, but knowing boys, they could probably chuck mashed potatoes and rice like a dodgeball. And if I thought getting hit with a rubber ball by a person of the male species felt like getting hit with a wall of bricks, I couldn't imagine what it would feel like to get hit by ANYTHING thrown by these guys. Everyone was shouting and screaming and making other strange noises as they got hit by and launched food. This went on for about ten minutes before we all heard the front door slam.
Everyone froze, and even though I couldn't see it, I'm pretty sure whatever food hand just been launched froze in midair, too. We heard footsteps approaching and my mother gasping as she walked into the kitchen.
I slid out from under the table and wiped the potato from my face. "Hi Mom! Hi Dad!" I said cheerfully. "How's it going? We're doing fine. We just finished eating our mashed potatoes and hotdish. Niall and Heather got a little carried away while they were eating and food came out of their mouths. And noses. I didn't know that was even possible! Did you?" I chattered, trying to keep them from talking. I looked over at everyone else before continuing.
Niall was blushing furiously, Katrina C. was as red as a maraschino cherry, Katrina V. was trying not to laugh so she looked kinda like a puffer fish on steroids, Harry was looking guiltily down at his shoes, Liam was scraping rice from the wall and shaking with laughter, Zayn was trying to get food out from his hair, Heather was staring wide-eyed at something behind our parents, Ella was probably thinking of an excuse to get herself out of trouble - the sneaky bastard - and nobody else, and I couldn't find Louis.
"Well, anyway, I suppose it kinda looks like a bomb went off in here. I blame Niall and his cannon of a nose. He sneezed and he doesn't open his mouth to sneeze so mashed potatoes came shooting out of his nose. It was pretty nasty," I said. By now, everyone was shaking like a leaf in tornado-force winds they were trying so hard not to laugh. I continued speaking with a straight face. "Then Louis threw a piece of cheese at him to use as a tissue and BOOM before you knew it, there was a huge mashed potato bomb that came in through the sliding door and exploded, scattering food everywhere. The end."
At that exact moment, mashed potatoes exploded from behind Mom's head.
"IT'S ANOTHER MASHED POTATO BOMB!" Harry shouted, scrambling under the table. "RUN FOR COVER!"
Niall ducked under the table, playing along with Harry's act. I felt kind of like an eel as I scooted back under the table and joined the boys. Zayn soon joined us, then Liam, and they all started laughing. I peered out from under the table to see who was behind the potato bomb attack.
"I FOUND LOUIS! GUYS! I FOUND LOUIS! WE DON'T HAVE TO FILE A MISSING PERSONS REPORT ANYMORE!" I shouted, coming out from under the table and jumping up and down, grinning like a lunatic on a sugar high and waving spastically at Louis. "HI LOUIS!"
Louis just looked at Mom like "whatchya gonna do about it?" and she stared right back at him. It suddenly got real quiet in the house, so quiet, you could hear a pin drop on a large pile of supersoft mashed potatoes. She walked slowly over to the table and picked up a plate that looked pretty full of food, carried it back to where Louis was standing, and deliberately shoved it in his face. Louis just stood there. The plate dropped to the ground and Louis kept a straight face for a moment, then opened his eyes. A slow grin spread across his face and he punched the air above his head.
"She's on our side!" he shouted, then threw a handful of mashed potatoes directly at me.
I jumped out of the way right before it hit me in the face and dove headfirst into the floor, my hands extended above (below?) my head, and I caught myself and rolled when I landed on my hands, avoiding any injury that may have resulted from not rolling.
"Oh, that hurt!" I said, rubbing my spine as I stood up. You see, I'm really skinny (not because I have an eating disorder or anything, it's just because I have a high metabolism), so my spine is constantly trying to escape, but my skin won't let it. One year I'm going to be a dinosaur for Halloween, I can guarantee it.
"I want this all cleaned up in two hours," my dad said. He said it using his normal volume, but it seemed so much louder because it was a command.
"Yes, sir!" I said, standing at attention and giving him the military salute. Louis copied me, and the others soon followed suit. My parents left the kitchen, and we all got to work cleaning the kitchen, laughing.
In the end, the entire pan of hotdish was gone in 10 minutes flat, thanks mainly to one thing. Hence the word thing, meaning not a person.
I think Niall liked it, considering he ate half the pan all by himself. Zayn didn't like all the cheese that was on top, but that was okay, because I didn't either. I thought it kinda tasted metallic when I ate it with the cheese. Liam thought that the green stuff that oozed out from it was some kind of poisonous goo until I told him it was just the curry powder that made it do that (I think it's the curry powder that makes it do that, at least. I'll correct it if I'm wrong later.). Louis scraped every individual grain of rice off the cheese then threw the cheese at Niall, caught it with his mouth and devoured it. Harry took a carrot off Louis' plate when he wasn't looking, but Louis had counted his carrots and got mad at Harry, so he got cheese in the face.
Then Harry threw a handful of rice at Louis, but he ducked and it hit Zayn, who threw a handful of mashed potatoes at Harry, which hit me, so I went and hid behind Liam and Niall and threw a chunk of frosting at the three of them, then ducked and smeared frosting on Niall's arm, so he got hit with mashed potatoes, rice, and cheese. This potatoes ended up hitting Liam, and I hid under the table without anyone noticing so I wouldn't be to blame for this mess. Eventually, the Katrinas, Heather, and Ella joined in just because they wanted to.
I had never been in a food fight, but knowing boys, they could probably chuck mashed potatoes and rice like a dodgeball. And if I thought getting hit with a rubber ball by a person of the male species felt like getting hit with a wall of bricks, I couldn't imagine what it would feel like to get hit by ANYTHING thrown by these guys. Everyone was shouting and screaming and making other strange noises as they got hit by and launched food. This went on for about ten minutes before we all heard the front door slam.
Everyone froze, and even though I couldn't see it, I'm pretty sure whatever food hand just been launched froze in midair, too. We heard footsteps approaching and my mother gasping as she walked into the kitchen.
I slid out from under the table and wiped the potato from my face. "Hi Mom! Hi Dad!" I said cheerfully. "How's it going? We're doing fine. We just finished eating our mashed potatoes and hotdish. Niall and Heather got a little carried away while they were eating and food came out of their mouths. And noses. I didn't know that was even possible! Did you?" I chattered, trying to keep them from talking. I looked over at everyone else before continuing.
Niall was blushing furiously, Katrina C. was as red as a maraschino cherry, Katrina V. was trying not to laugh so she looked kinda like a puffer fish on steroids, Harry was looking guiltily down at his shoes, Liam was scraping rice from the wall and shaking with laughter, Zayn was trying to get food out from his hair, Heather was staring wide-eyed at something behind our parents, Ella was probably thinking of an excuse to get herself out of trouble - the sneaky bastard - and nobody else, and I couldn't find Louis.
"Well, anyway, I suppose it kinda looks like a bomb went off in here. I blame Niall and his cannon of a nose. He sneezed and he doesn't open his mouth to sneeze so mashed potatoes came shooting out of his nose. It was pretty nasty," I said. By now, everyone was shaking like a leaf in tornado-force winds they were trying so hard not to laugh. I continued speaking with a straight face. "Then Louis threw a piece of cheese at him to use as a tissue and BOOM before you knew it, there was a huge mashed potato bomb that came in through the sliding door and exploded, scattering food everywhere. The end."
At that exact moment, mashed potatoes exploded from behind Mom's head.
"IT'S ANOTHER MASHED POTATO BOMB!" Harry shouted, scrambling under the table. "RUN FOR COVER!"
Niall ducked under the table, playing along with Harry's act. I felt kind of like an eel as I scooted back under the table and joined the boys. Zayn soon joined us, then Liam, and they all started laughing. I peered out from under the table to see who was behind the potato bomb attack.
"I FOUND LOUIS! GUYS! I FOUND LOUIS! WE DON'T HAVE TO FILE A MISSING PERSONS REPORT ANYMORE!" I shouted, coming out from under the table and jumping up and down, grinning like a lunatic on a sugar high and waving spastically at Louis. "HI LOUIS!"
Louis just looked at Mom like "whatchya gonna do about it?" and she stared right back at him. It suddenly got real quiet in the house, so quiet, you could hear a pin drop on a large pile of supersoft mashed potatoes. She walked slowly over to the table and picked up a plate that looked pretty full of food, carried it back to where Louis was standing, and deliberately shoved it in his face. Louis just stood there. The plate dropped to the ground and Louis kept a straight face for a moment, then opened his eyes. A slow grin spread across his face and he punched the air above his head.
"She's on our side!" he shouted, then threw a handful of mashed potatoes directly at me.
I jumped out of the way right before it hit me in the face and dove headfirst into the floor, my hands extended above (below?) my head, and I caught myself and rolled when I landed on my hands, avoiding any injury that may have resulted from not rolling.
"Oh, that hurt!" I said, rubbing my spine as I stood up. You see, I'm really skinny (not because I have an eating disorder or anything, it's just because I have a high metabolism), so my spine is constantly trying to escape, but my skin won't let it. One year I'm going to be a dinosaur for Halloween, I can guarantee it.
"I want this all cleaned up in two hours," my dad said. He said it using his normal volume, but it seemed so much louder because it was a command.
"Yes, sir!" I said, standing at attention and giving him the military salute. Louis copied me, and the others soon followed suit. My parents left the kitchen, and we all got to work cleaning the kitchen, laughing.
Notes
Isn't it weird how it's always 9:11 when I start writing a new chapter of this story? Emphasis on the word start. BTW: Sorry I haven't been updating as much. I'll try to update every other day, because I'm updating Chasing Angels every day, so I've decided to update two stories once a day. So today it was Chasing Angels and In A Heartbeat, so tomorrow it's going to be Chasing Angels and Invisible I. So I'll still be updating Chasing Angels every day. And that might change, because I may co-write a fanfiction with @HatersGonnaHate11215.Sorry! :(
HEY. Your official-unofficial announcements sadden me. No promises or not, I really, really, really, really, really, really, REALLY hope you decide to eventually continue. I won't even be mad if you do a rewrite but dude, you gotta do something. I WILL DIE IF THIS STORY DOES NOT CONTINUE.
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