It was 12 PM on a Saturday. No school in the morning, meant I got to sleep. It was my life long dream to finally sleep as long as I wanted. But sometimes, dreams don't always come true as quickly as you'd wish they could.
"GOOOOOOOOOD MORNING!" I wanted to grab the lamp on my night stand and throw it at Charlie. That would've given me maximum satisfaction.
I screamed into my pillow.
"Rise and shine! It's a beautiful day outside and the sun wants to see you up."
He was happy..... way too happy.
I turned around and put my blanket on my face.
"Charlie, I don't want to be a hypocrite and act like I want to see the sun. That would make me like a politician."
"Somebody has been reading too much." He glared at the open books at the end of my bed.
"It's not my fault you placed a bookshelf in here."
"Sophie, it's time to get up. We're going to do something fun."
I sighed.
"This better be good."
"I want you down stairs in five minutes."
"If you think I'm taking five minutes to...."
He left my room and closed the door.
When i got downstairs, I saw a white apron on the dinner table.
"Umm Charlie? What's this?"
"Well, if you must know, today, we are going to make pizza."
I glared at him.
"Surprise...." he said in a shaky voice.
"You woke me up... FOR THIS!?"
"You don't have to Sophie, I understand."
I could feel the disappointment in his voice.
"Well.... actually..... I am getting kind of hungry."
"Great! If we get started now they'll be ready by 2."
Two hours waiting for food, but if it made him happy, then I guess it was worth it.
We took the dough that was already made in a can. We placed flour on it as well.
Charlie had gotten cooking lessons from his grandfather, which was a really good chef apparently. He started spinning the pizza above his head in perfect spirals.
"You know Charlie, I bet you that's easier than it looks."
"If you say so." He chuckled.
"Oh, you don't think I can do it?"
"Those words did not come out of my mouth."
"I'm pretty sure you were thinking it."
"Alright Sophie, you try it then."
I started throwing the dough up in the air, and before i knew it, it was plastered on my face.
"That doesn't count." I mumbled.
Charlie started to laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"We're gonna have to throw that dough away. I don't want any of your coodies in my mouth."
"Coodies!?" He really said that. This couldn't be left unhandled.
I got a handful of flower and threw it on his face.
