(Un)Pleasantview - Snippet II: Cake
Warnings: Kissing. Lots of it. Awkward and cheesy romance.
“Good morning, sweetheart.”
“Hey, dad.”
Flamenco Caliente raised an eyebrow at his oldest daughter. It was no secret that Dina liked sleep. In fact, she liked it so much, getting her out of bed was usually a nightmare.
So seeing her awake, before her sister, was rather bizarre.
“Am I missing something here?”
“Nope. Just baking the cake for our picnic tomorrow.”
“Oh, yes. The eighteenth birthday picnic,” Flamenco hummed.
Dina grinned. If there was ever someone excited about turning eighteen, Dina Caliente’s enthusiasm beat them all.
“Have you gotten our presents yet?”
“Of course.”
“What is it?”
“Not telling you, sweetheart.”
“Naw, but dad!”
“I smell cocoa,” a voice interrupted.
Dina and Flamenco both froze at the interruption, albeit for very different reasons.
Dina was wondering what her father’s colleague was doing in their house so early in the morning. In her father’s shirt.
While Flamenco was silently cursing Katrina’s lack of discretion.
Dina was the first to recover. “And when exactly were you planning to tell us about this?”
“Uh…” Flamenco stuttered.
Katrina stepped in to save him embarrassment. “Tonight, actually. We were not expecting either of you girls to be awake this early.”
“Uh huh,” Dina snorted.
The two adults nervously waited for the teenager’s verdict.
Dina burst out laughing. “Oh, relax. I’m not going to lecture you.”
“You are really okay with it?”
“Sure,” the teenager hummed. “It’s about time you moved on.”
Flamenco and Katrina visibly sagged in relief. “Now we just have to tell Nina.”
“Tell me what?”
“Oh, hey, Katrina,” Nina greeted. “Nice shirt.”
“I think Nina knows.”
They were leaving for school when Nina noticed the cake.
“Don’t you dare,” Dina yelled from the living room.
“Aw, just one little bite?”
“No! One tiny little crumb missing and I will skin you alive!”
Nina pouted.
“Don’t you ever get bored of orange juice?” Donald Lothario groaned as he stared at the contents of the fridge.
“What kind of question is that? OJ is a staple.”
Don shuddered. “And you get the type with pulp.”
“Pulp is good for you.”
“You are a weirdo.”
“A really cute weirdo, right?”
Don grinned. “Yes, with a very nice ass.”
“You are an ass.”
“SON OF A-“
Author comment:
This silly little thing came to me spontaneously. I just needed to do something lighthearted and fun so I can get back into the swing of things. And who can say no to the Caliente sisters and their shenanigans, right? Haha.