Yeah, I'm A Maslow. So?

"Um....I'm Busy!"

How long did I space out?

He looked at me a bit worried but what I'm worried about now is that we might be too close for comfort with each other.

I showed the onions in my hand and practicall shoving them in his face.

"Yup, I'm fine!" I said, nervously. "You think these onions are too big? Yup, I think they're too big."

I quickly turned around to choose other onions. Then, I turned back around to go back to the pot but I was blocked and he won't move at all.

"Are you okay?" he asked, sounding concerned. But there's some kind of glint in his eyes which made me more nervous.

I quickly averted my gaze to the floor suddenly finding it very interesting.

"Emily," he sighed.

Then, he took the onions out of my hand and put it on the kitchen counter. After that, i feel his fingers tilt my chin up making me face him.

His eyes seemed to be searching my face.

I quickly closed my eyes when i realized that he was leaning in to me. Slowly, I could feel his breathe. I braced myself for the kiss and-

"Hey, Emily!!!"

I quickly pushed him off causing him to lose his balance and fell.

"Oh my God!" I said, helping him up. "I'm so sorry!"

"What happened?" Carlos asked.

"I guess I must have slipped on something," he answered, getting up.

"How?" Kendall asked. "The floor's not even wet!"

He just shrugged and went to watch tv.

I stood there blushing before I heard Carlos.

"Emily? You okay?"

I turned to him and nodded slowly, "Fine."

"Where's Kendall?" I asked, realising he's not here to witness anything.

"He went back up, I guess," Carlos said. Then, he got up and left to join the others.

I shook my head and smiled.

But I was actually quite happy that Kendall wasn't here to see anything. I'd rather not have witnesses than having to explain what happened to him.

Just then, Stephanie came down looking sleepy, hair in a mess, wiping her eyes. She looked at the guys and decided to join me in the kitchen instead. She took a seat at the kitchen counter.

"Hey, sleepyhead," I greeted, smiling at her.

"Hey," she replied, sleepily.

"How'd it go up there?" I asked her.

She didn't say anything but just smiled knowingly at me.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to make dinner," I told them.

"I didn't know you could cook," she mocked surprise.

"Ha ha! Very funny."

"What are you making anyway?"

"I was thinking fish and chips!" I answered, happily.

That's one good thing about making dinner, as the cook, I get to decide what to eat.

"Can you make me a salad?" Steph asked, smiling sleepily at me.

"Who do you think I am?" I asked, not looking at her but just went on cooking. "Your cook?"