Ahhh, I do love bagels. They are like one of the top five foods that god has put on this good, clean, green Earth. I opened the package and I felt excitement about getting my food maybe a little too excited about getting my food. But, hey, there is nothing wrong with having a love for food and when a man’s hungry a man is hungry.
I cut open my soft squishy bagel and I wasted no time spreading cream cheese on it. Once I put everything away I sat down at the table with my delicious breakfast item and get ready to devour it.
I looked at it and licked my lips in anticipation, this is gonna be a good breakfast. I picked up the first half and began to do what I always do when I have a yummy bagel. Nothing beats licking off the excess cream cheese. However, the key is to not lick to much, you need to savor it so you must lick it slowly and softly.
Damn this is so good! I’ll tell you if there iso one thing it’s that I love my food. I just continued to keep licking the cream cheese off. You know, I think I could live like this forever.
So, I decided I was gonna forget about the whole thing and the best way to do that was probably to sit down and talk to Isaac right now as if nothing ever happened. “Hey, Isaac,” I said trying to sound nonchalant about things.
However, he didn’t answer me. He didn’t even hear me and I’m sure I know why. Isaac was engrossed in his bagel. He licked the insides quite passionately as he closed his eyes obviously savoring the taste.
In all my life I have never seen anyone eat this way and it’s actually very amusing. As I watch him closely I hear someone come into the kitchen behind me. I looked over and it was the last person I wanted to see. Taylor.
I smiled as I walked over to the fridge and smile inward because this was going to be too easy. Cassie is right here and it’s just to accessible to let it slide. I took a quick drink from the carton of milk before I turned around and began to laugh.
Jesus he’s such an imbecile. I bet you he is probably getting off on eating the bagel. He at least looks like he is which believe me is not a pretty sight. I just watched him and shook my head. Then the idea of how exactly to use this situation came to me and I smiled an evil smile.
I stopped mid bite. There would be only one reason why he would say that, Cassie. She is here. I know it. I prayed she wasn’t but I just knew she was.
My eyes flew open and standing right in front of me was Cassie who’s face was seven shades of red. I slowly put my bagel down away from my mouth not quite sure what to do or say.
There was no way in hell he was thinking about that. Then again he was being a little too passionate with that piece of breakfast food, but I don’t.... Oh god I hope he wasn’t. I mean I guess it’s kind of flattering but it’s also pretty damn disgusting.
First thing is my vaginal fluid does remind me of creme cheese nor am I shaped like a bagel. I was about to say something when Mackenzie comes running in, “Cassie, please come play a game with me?” he asked grabbing my hand.
“Of course,” I said getting out of the chair and staring at Isaac as I walked out of the room.
This is bull shit really. I’m tired, cranky and I haven’t slept very well. I never ever sleep well when there is something on my mind or really bothering me. I just shut off the TV, I got so frustrated. I was about to walk up the stairs when Jessie came in holding the mail, “Here Zac, before you go, you got a letter,” I took it from her and walked up to my room.
I sat on my bed and looked at it. It had no return address and it kind of looked like a letter I would receive from a fan. How the hell did a fan get our home address? That notion kind of scared me. I just stared at it not sure if I was going to open it.
I love Mackie so much. He is the one kid I am closest too and I just can’t get enough of him. I pushed the hair out of his eyes, “I love you too sweetheart.”
“Can you be my girl?” he asked.
“Sure I can be your girl forever.”
As soon as my Mother and Father walked in Taylor high tailed it out of there. “Mom, Dad you guys should really talk to your pet about having sexual fantasies about food,” he said as he walked out.
Fucking asshole, “Isaac,” my mother started, “Your father and I had a discussion last night and we need to talk to you,” oh lord what the hell did I do now.
“Okay right now though?”
“Yes Isaac now!” my father said sternly.
I am beginning to hate Taylor more then life itself now.