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Frost's p.o.v

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Chapter Nine: Karma

Silence.

No sound of something sizzling.. or popping. Or the sound of the water running, or even the clanking of dishes. No whistling or the radio blaring.

Nothing.

And I...

I think I'm liking it!

Not even the quietest noise can be heard.

I love it. I get to lounge in my cupcake pajamas all day, do nothing but binge watch shows, eat all the snacks I can, never getting interrupted.

Knock.

I take that back. I take it all back.

Sighing, I pull myself up from my bean bag. I set my warm coffee down and turn the volume on the t.v down.

I am going to kill who ever interrupted my The Office marathon.

It's Saturday, hallelujah. Mom said she was going out to a pregnancy check up or something like that.

I crack open the door just a smidge, "Exactly what are you doing here on a fine day like this?" I ask in my best British voice.

"Open the door Matthews, it's important."

"Um.. I'm going to have to say no.."

"It wasn't a question." Nova glares at me.

"Well you see, I'm in my pajamas and I haven't really brushed my hair. So I look like a really messed up lion." I explain, still hiding behind the door.

He sighs, "I don't care how you look in the morning. Now let me in." Before I could protest, he pushes himself in. I gasp dramatically at his clothes.

He has one some black skinny jeans that weirdly hug his legs. He has a teal shirt with a black like across it, and some teal-ish Converse.

Why is it that his shoes always match his shirt?

"It's Saturday, and you're dressed fancy? What is wrong with you? Have you been brainwashed?" I ask and he rolls his eyes, walking to my bean bag.

Don't do it...

I watch him plop down and press play on my show. "This is important? Stealing my show and my chair?"

He looks at me with an irritated expression. I hold my hands up in defence and walk to him. Grabbing my coffee, I sit down on the couch.

"Should have burned this place down when I had the chance."

"Coles birthday is on Monday." he states, turning the t.v down. I smile, giving him my attention.

"How old is he turning?" I ask, taking a long sip of my coffee. "Eighteen like you?" I guess.

He nods, and I choke on my drink.

I thought they were both seventeen! I was just guessing!

God they're old.

"I haven't gotten him a present and-" I cut him off with a wave of my hand.

"Let me guess. You want me to help you? 'Cause the answer is duh." I grin, hopping over the back of my couch. I bolt upstairs.

I'm The Flash now.

I quickly slip out of my pajamas and into some light blue skinny jeans, a dark grey long sleeved and my black ankle boots. I run a brush through my lion's mane, and run back downstairs.

"Sup." I greet and throw myself over the couch. I fail wretchedly, and roll off my couch. I land on the ground with a thump. I groan, and hear Nova snickering.

"Couldn't you have just sat down like a normal person?" he snickers.

"Uh," I stand up, "I'm not normal, if you haven't notice. There's only one of me,"

"Whatever," he stands up. "Lets go."

"Wait a minute dude, I need some more coffee," I run into the kitchen, grabbing my thermos bottle and pouring in some fresh coffee. I put in some cream and sugar.

As I'm turning around, I see Nova leaning against the frame with a smirk. "What? Is there something on my face?" I ask. He pushes himself off the frame, sauntering towards me. I step back but he grabs my arm, stopping me.

"You do have a little something," he brushes his finger over my nose. He holds up his finger and shows me and big piece of lint.

"Huh. I didn't know." I state, pulling him out the kitchen. "But never mind that! It's present time!"

We drove to Walmart. The store I always go to.

Especially for junk food.

"What does he like?"

"I don't know."

"How long have you known each other?"

"Our whole lives.."

"You've been friends, for your whole lives, and you don't know what he likes?!" I practically screech at Nova. He rolls his eyes, sighing.

"Well we got to get a balloon," I say as we stop at the balloons. "And they're already blowed up!" I exclaim.

"His favorite color is red." he says, grabbing a red balloon with Happy Birthday on it.

"I got it!" I exclaim, "I can make him an annoy free pass!"

He quizzically stares at me, "A what?"

"A pass where if I'm ever annoying him, he can give it to me and I'll leave him alone!"

"You should make me one of those," he mutters, picking up a necklace.

"That sure is purty, I like it." I say, grinning. I pick one up with a small mockingbird on it. "Here, you can get this one for him. It'll be special." he takes the necklace, nodding.

"Okay,"

"Is that all?" I ask, and he hums. "Then let's go! We can make him a cake, I happen to know some recipes,"

We payed for our stuff and walked outside to my car.

"So, Manon and Cole huh? They should just kiss already!" I exclaim, starting my car. "I mean, he basically eats her with his eyes."

Nova whips his head to me, "That is nasty Matthews. I'm starting to think you're more dirty than your mom."

I laugh, "You know what I mean. Get your head out of the gutter."

He shakes his head, "No. I really don't."

"Do you even know how to make a cake? And won't it get all gross by Monday?"

Oh yeah.. I forgot about that. Well shoot..

"Yeah probably... want to hang out?" I ask, wiggling my brow. "It'll be fun."

"Yes and how many times to I have to tell you, you and fun do not go together. At all." he states.

I scoff, "That isn't what you said last night buddy."

"Don't call me buddy, and I never said anything last night."

"Okay." I raise my brows and pull in. I park my car, grab the bags, and lead Nova to my house.

"O-O-O-O-Okay, Lamborghini mercy,"

"Your chick, she so thirsty."

"I'm in that two seat Lambo' with your girl, she tryna-"

"Matthews just shut up for once, you sound horrible. Almost like a dying seal." Nova glares at me, and I gasp.

"I sound bootyfull."

"Bootyfull isn't a word, it's beautiful."

"So bootylicious isn't a word?"

"Oh it is a word, and it's something you're not." he smirks proudly at his insult.

I crack my knuckles, "Oh it's on now Mr. Ego."

•.•

As I quietly hide out in our downstairs bathroom, I squirt shaving cream in my hand. I can't stop the evil laughs escaping me.

I left Nova in the living room with The Office, and I told him I had to go to the bathroom.

Lies and slander.

Once my hand is covered with a mountain of shaving cream, I tiptoe out of the bathroom. Nova sits one the couch, his eyes glued on the screen.

I successfully creep behind him without being noticed. "Hey Nova," I snicker, "would you like some cream with that coffee!" I yell before smashing the cream on his head. Mixing it in, I laugh evilly. I hear him gasp, and that causes me to burst out laughing, hysterically.

His hands fly to his head, just barely touching the cream before he shoots up. "Matthews what the hell?!"

I fall on the ground, clutching my stomach. Tears roll down my face, dripping onto the carpet. I stop laughing for a quick second, and look at Nova.

A clump of cream falls down onto his nose, and I burst out laughing again. I hadn't noticed he left, because I was too busy laughing so hard.

I'm pretty sure I look like Squidward from that April Fools episode in SpongeBob.

Suddenly, a something dry flies into my mouth and covers my face. I wipe my eyes off, and snap them open, my laughter instantly stopping. I look down to see the top part of my chest, covered in flour.

I touch my face, and pull my fingers back to look at them. They're also covered in flour.

Then, Nova laughs hysterically, throwing his head back. I slowly begin to laugh with him, "This isn't funny!" I whine in between laughter.

"If it isn't funny then why are you laughing?!" he wheezes, laughing even harder.

"Flour doesn't taste good," I stop laughing, smacking my lips. "And it's dry."

"It's called karma for a reason Matthews," he chuckles, "Can I wash this stuff out in your sink?"

"'This stuff' is shaving cream, and yes. You can." I answer, standing up myself.

"When you're done can you help me get this powder off!" I yell, sneezing. I hear a faint yeah from the bathroom before water.

Geez. I should've brought my Karma Repellent with me. But whatever! I guess that's why it's called, what goes around comes around.

But.. this was revenge for saying I'm not bootylicious.

So was it really karma?

Nova walks out, his hair wrapped up  like a girl would wrap her hair. I giggle, and he rolls his eyes. "Whatever Matthews."

He drags me into the kitchen, taking the towel off of his head. He picks me up and sets me on the counter. "I feel like a child." I comment as he turns the kitchen sink water on. He wets the towel before turning to me.

"Close your eyes." he orders and I do so. He runs the wet towel over my eyes first, cleaning off the flour.

"Don't do anything nasty now," I grin when I hear his deep, disappointed sigh.

"I'm not a pervert you idiot." he remarks, cleaning my face. I laugh, opening my eyes.

"Are you sure? 'Cause I'm pretty sure you were staring at me during the whole entire movie." I state and he blushes deeply.

"Exactly."

"Uh, I was just trying to figure out what's wrong with your face."

I cock my head to the side, "Really?" I then lift my head so our noses were inches apart. "It looked to me like you were staring at me."

He blushes before putting his hand on my face, pushing me away. "Shut up Matthews."

I grab the towel and wipe the rest of the flour off me. "I'm just messing you!" I laugh, ruffling his hair.

"Whatever," he walks away.

"Don't be such a sour puss!"

"Honey I'm home! I brought you some McDonald's!" Mom's voice sends me flying out the kitchen. I snatch the McDonald's bag and run into the living room. I throw my self over the couch and successfully land on it.

I pull out the fries and start shoving them in my mouth. I toss my legs over Nova, focusing on the t.v.

"Hello Nova!" Mom beams, kicking her shoes off.

"Hello Mrs. Matthews." he greets back, smiling warmly.

"Why don't you ever smile at me like that!" I complain with my mouth full of fries. He shoots me a glare, before turning back to the t.v.

Mom sits down on the other couch, sighing tiredly. "What did you two do today?" she asks.

"Mff ajd sjs." I try speaking with my mouth full of hamburger.

"We went shopping," he answers, "and watched some of The Office together. What about you Mrs. Matthews?"

"I just got cold jelly put on my belly! Oh, well that rhymed!" she laughs and I slap my head. Nova chuckles, pressing play on the next episode.

My mother is more weirder than me.

I shove the rest of my burger in my mouth, swallowing it without choking surprisingly. I offer Nova the rest of my fries and he takes them.

"Thanks Matthews,"

"You're welcome Buttface!"

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*watches The Matrix*

*dodges a pillow*

I am da one.

Y'all my birthday is tomorrohhhhhhhh aahhhhhh

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