I'm Not a Baker. (Dixie D'Amelio)

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This is a short chapter because I wrote some on my phone before I got a new phone and it's still transferring data, 9 hours later 😩

Dixie's View

"Oh, babe, before I forget. Can you have a look at the bathroom door, it keeps getting stuck?" I say.

"I'm not a builder." Y/n says swiping on their phone.

I shake my head and walk back to the kitchen. The faucet continues to drip and I sigh.

"The kitchen tap is still dripping. You think you could have a look at it?" I say putting the dishes away.

"I'm not a plumber." Y/n says picking a movie on Netflix.

"Well, could you at least have a look at my car? The engine oil light has been on for ages." I say.

Y/n sighs and looks at me.

"I'm not a mechanic." Y/n says.

Y/n looks back at the TV and I close the cabinet.

Time Skip

"Hey, I'm home." Y/n says coming in the bedroom.

"How was your day?" Y/n asks.

"Good, Griffin came by and handled those jobs." I say.

"Okay, did he want anything for them?" They ask.

"He said I could either bake him a cake or sleep with him." I say as they take their jacket off.

"Ha, what cake did you bake him?" They ask opening the closet.

"I'm not a baker." I say.

They drop their jacket and slowly turns around.

"Did you-" They ask.

"No, but it doesn't feel good, does it?" I ask.

260 Words

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