Fifteen

"Your so critical, damn." Jules said, as I corrected her messy way of putting cookies on a sheet. "Your so untalented at baking cookies." I laughed, shoving the tray into the oven. She rolled her eyes and turned around, anticipating a silent treatment.

It wasn't until Mr. Styles walked in that she spoke, "hi daddy!" She yelped, jumping off of the bar stool. "Hi princess." He said, kissing her cheek. I cringed, thinking about how when a soul action like that had been anticipated for me, I moved my head and we lip locked.

"Hi, Em." He said, calling me the ever so annoying nickname everyone who thought they were my friend called me.

"hi.. Mr. Styles." I smiled, trying not to wink or smirk, anything that would make him mad.

Why would that make him mad? Because his own thirteen year old daughter who he could never think of getting kissed by a thirty year old man.

I was only two years older than Jules but damn, I must've reminded him of his very own daughter becuase the way he looked at me after that kiss showed the fact he was terrified.


The oven dinged, curing the awkward silence, I jumped up and wobbled over to the oven pulling the cookies out. At first glance, Mr. Styles and Jules both grabbed a cookie off the tray, soon throwing it back after experiencing burnt fingers.

"diddo."

Notes

Hi!...

So I'm kinda late at updating....ha...ha..haha.