wondered how treacherous it was to have lustful thoughts about my C ounterpart before we were even…. uh…. more than whatever we were ? S urely , I was the first S tar to do so in the history of the entire universe. Lust being one of the seven deadly sin and all… . I ignored him , or pretended to, as he brushed past me into my square country kitchen.
“Are these for me?” Seth asked, reaching for the plate of pancakes.
“Yea h , Annabelle made them for us,” I explained quietly, trying to hide the embarrassing squeak in my voice.
“Awesome,” Seth muttered and then sat down heavily at the table across from Jupiter.
When he used the syrup bottle for an ex tended amount of time, I couldn’t help but glance over at him. There he sat with the entire plate of left over pancakes , his fork digging in and breaking them apart savagely so he could shovel them in his mouth. T here had to be at least fifteen of pancakes , stacked gluttonously high on his plate. The maple syrup dripped down over the top of the pancake mountain in glops of sticky liquid and every time he took a bite he made this adorable little moaning sound that I desperately hated .
“Seth!” I gasped, stalking over to the rectangular oak table my dad had hand made one summer in an effort to be more…. human. Although, I had not personally met another human that wh ittled their own furniture, I couldn’t fault her dad for trying. Besides he was really proud with how much money he was convinced we saved. “I didn’t know you were going to eat all of them! Those pancakes are like gold around here! What am I supposed to eat for lunch now? And for dinner? ” I demanded, forgetting all about the way his abdominal muscles folded over each other while he leaned over his plate , shoveling heaping forkfuls of my favorite meal into his greedy, perfectly formed mouth .
“Sorry,” he mumbled, with a mouth full of food. “You should be more specific next time.”
I was normally a very good-humored girl, I rarely let things bother me and most of the time could laugh about any situation. Most of the time. Stolen pancakes and no lunch was not one of those times.
“I think you should put at least half of those back! Do you really need….” I counted what was left of them in my head quickly, “seventeen pancakes just for breakfast?”
Seth nodded enthusiastically, “Yes, I really do.” He reached for Jupiter’s coffee next, taking down what was left in the cup in one, quick swig. Jupiter didn’t even look up. Grumpy, ill-mannered, temperamental Jupiter didn’t care that Seth had stolen the last few drinks of coffee, because apparently Jupiter was used to Seth’s thoughtlessness. That bothered me even more. The last drop of someone’s cold , bitter coffee was one thing. Annabelle’s c hocolate chip pancakes were an entirely different matter.
“Stella, he did fight a battle last night,” Jupiter reminded me in a voice that very much sound ed to me like a reprimand.
“A tiny battle!” I squeaked. “Really, I’m not sure we can even call it a battle at all! It was more like a skirmish. Or a…. a…. war m up exercise ! I don’t think his one act of bravery last night accounts for eating every single pancake left in this house,” I finished in a grumble. Jupiter and Seth both raised their eyes to meet mine as if they could hardly believe my ungratefulness. I decided to push my luck just a little bit further, “Besides…. What if he gets fat? I mean, he is my C ounterpart! I should be worried about stuff like that, right?” A blush crept up my neck and flowered across my cheeks. I knew I had gone too far, but what had fallen out of my mouth felt more like uncontrollable
“Are these for me?” Seth asked, reaching for the plate of pancakes.
“Yea h , Annabelle made them for us,” I explained quietly, trying to hide the embarrassing squeak in my voice.
“Awesome,” Seth muttered and then sat down heavily at the table across from Jupiter.
When he used the syrup bottle for an ex tended amount of time, I couldn’t help but glance over at him. There he sat with the entire plate of left over pancakes , his fork digging in and breaking them apart savagely so he could shovel them in his mouth. T here had to be at least fifteen of pancakes , stacked gluttonously high on his plate. The maple syrup dripped down over the top of the pancake mountain in glops of sticky liquid and every time he took a bite he made this adorable little moaning sound that I desperately hated .
“Seth!” I gasped, stalking over to the rectangular oak table my dad had hand made one summer in an effort to be more…. human. Although, I had not personally met another human that wh ittled their own furniture, I couldn’t fault her dad for trying. Besides he was really proud with how much money he was convinced we saved. “I didn’t know you were going to eat all of them! Those pancakes are like gold around here! What am I supposed to eat for lunch now? And for dinner? ” I demanded, forgetting all about the way his abdominal muscles folded over each other while he leaned over his plate , shoveling heaping forkfuls of my favorite meal into his greedy, perfectly formed mouth .
“Sorry,” he mumbled, with a mouth full of food. “You should be more specific next time.”
I was normally a very good-humored girl, I rarely let things bother me and most of the time could laugh about any situation. Most of the time. Stolen pancakes and no lunch was not one of those times.
“I think you should put at least half of those back! Do you really need….” I counted what was left of them in my head quickly, “seventeen pancakes just for breakfast?”
Seth nodded enthusiastically, “Yes, I really do.” He reached for Jupiter’s coffee next, taking down what was left in the cup in one, quick swig. Jupiter didn’t even look up. Grumpy, ill-mannered, temperamental Jupiter didn’t care that Seth had stolen the last few drinks of coffee, because apparently Jupiter was used to Seth’s thoughtlessness. That bothered me even more. The last drop of someone’s cold , bitter coffee was one thing. Annabelle’s c hocolate chip pancakes were an entirely different matter.
“Stella, he did fight a battle last night,” Jupiter reminded me in a voice that very much sound ed to me like a reprimand.
“A tiny battle!” I squeaked. “Really, I’m not sure we can even call it a battle at all! It was more like a skirmish. Or a…. a…. war m up exercise ! I don’t think his one act of bravery last night accounts for eating every single pancake left in this house,” I finished in a grumble. Jupiter and Seth both raised their eyes to meet mine as if they could hardly believe my ungratefulness. I decided to push my luck just a little bit further, “Besides…. What if he gets fat? I mean, he is my C ounterpart! I should be worried about stuff like that, right?” A blush crept up my neck and flowered across my cheeks. I knew I had gone too far, but what had fallen out of my mouth felt more like uncontrollable
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