SEBASTIAN
I stood before her, my anger flowing off in waves. I knew she could feel every ounce of it. She nervously clutched her top in her hands, the fear evident in her eyes as she stared back at me.
"What have you done?" I growled as she cowers before me muttering her apologies.
How could she do this to me? After everything, I did for her?
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
She betrayed me. She struck when I let my guard down.
"What do you mean you didn't mean to? That was a planned move!" I counterattack, my arms waving around wildly.
"It was not! I said I was sorry."
"Alright. I see how it is. Fine, then I'll do to you what you did to me." I threaten, taking a step towards her.
"Don't you dare Sebastian! I'm warning you." She cautiously backs away, trying to avoid me.
"That's it!" I scream as I launch a handful of flour at her, hitting her smack in the face.
"No! Sebastian, why?" She tries to cover her face but it was too late.
"I'll get you, Rachel." My voice was dark with annoyance as I chased her around the kitchen, the squealing causing the house staff to flow through the doors.
She giggled as I chased her around the island as some of the staff laughed and giggled at our childish behaviour.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE! WHY IS MY KITCHEN A MESS!" The cook stumbled into the kitchen, his face red and fuming with anger.
"Uhh, cooking with Rachel?"
"You're blaming this on me?" She shouted, smacking the back of my head.
I rubbed the back of my head, the flour from my face falling onto my t-shirt. "You started it by throwing flour in my face! I was just trying to do a good deed."
"I don't care who started it! My kitchen is a mess! How could you do this to my baby after everything I have done for you, Sebastian!"
"I'm sorry Chef, I didn't mean to-"
"CLEAN IT!" He screamed.
"Yes, sir!" Rachel and I responded and sprinted towards the supply closet, grabbing whatever we could, and returning to the kitchen just as the staff left.
We cleaned up the mess but it took us hours. How did we get flour everywhere? It was even on the fridge which was on the other side of the room.
I heard Rachel stop scrubbing. "Sebastian?"
"Yeah? What's wrong?" I asked, still scrubbing at the countertop.
"You're still going to teach me how to make a cake right?" Her voice was hopeful.
I chuckled and moved to another area. "Of course, what else are you going to give Oliver? A pair of socks?"
"Oh shut up! What else was I meant to give you? A book? Sunglasses? I have no idea what to get a boy for his birthday." She answered as she resumed scrubbing.
"Maybe you should ask what they want, that would do the trick," I commented, smiling at the spotless marble countertop.
I heard a harrumph before the kitchen door swung open to reveal the chef.
"Are you done cleaning my kitchen yet? I'm expecting this place to shine brighter than the sun, or maybe Miss Rachel's future."
"Hey! What about my future? Is it not bright?" I whined, throwing my sponge at him.
He bellowed a laugh, holding his stomach. "Of course your future will be bright Sebastian."
"WILL BE?"
"Whatever. Now, what were you doing in my kitchen?" He asked, wiping his finger along the countertop that I just cleaned.
AWW, thanks mate, I literally just cleaned that, do you mind?
"I was teaching Rachel how to bake a cake for her boyfriends birthday," I replied, smacking his finger away from the counter.
He smiled and reached into a cupboard, bringing out a bowl. "Oh, that's easy, here let me. At least I won't make a giant mess."
"She started it."
"Yeah Chef, I started it after all. I threw the flour at him."
"Yeah, I don't care, just don't make a mess in my kitchen again, okay?" He glared at us, placing a few other things on the island.
"Yes, sir!"
RACHEL
"Can I draw flowers on it?" I asked excitedly.
"Of course," the chef replied, handing me a piping bag full of blue icing.
"Hmph, that's totally something Audrey would do," Sebastian mumbled, a warm smile on his face.
"Audrey? I thought you two broke up." As these words left my mouth the sparkle in his eyes dulled suddenly.
"Yeah...we did." His voice was gloomy and the corner of his lips turned downwards.
"I'm sorry, I know it was hard on you." I could feel the guilt eat away at my stomach. I remember when I came to his apartment the week after they broke up. He looked horrible and sickly. He hadn't eaten properly during the week and thought he could survive with poor eating habits and coffee.
"It's okay. It was expected...I guess. I...yeah, I'm just going to stop talking now."
"I forgot how bad it was I'm truly sorry. I swear I didn't mean t-"
"Anyone home?" A voice bellowed out followed by a pair of footsteps.
The door swung open to a couple of lovebirds, their hands intertwined.
"So this is your Starbucks boy? He's cute, I see why you fell for him. Hey, do know when Marcus-"
"Okay it's time for you to shut up now," he fumed, covering my mouth with his hands.
I giggled as I pulled away, surrendering to him. I went back to my cake and finished the decorating as Sebastian introduced the happy couple to the chef.
"This is Marcus, you know, the boy who destroyed the living room couch last time he was here. And from what I can see, this is his boyfriend, Luke."
I could see fear rising within Marcus. "Oh, I don't think-"
"Don't worry, Chef's little brother is gay." Sebastian clarified as he washed the dishes.
He was sent to cleaning duty by Chef. Chef scolded him saying that since he lived here he should have known better. He wasn't happy about it but he accepted his fate.
"So, um, can we eat the cake?" Marcus asked hopefully.
"Marcus I swear, all you ever think about is food," Luke muttered, rolling his eyes with a small smirk on his face.
"And you baby." Marcus winked, brushing a lock of his loose hair behind his ear adoringly. "Well, can we?"
The chef threw a questioning look at me but I gave the okay and handed him a plate with a slice on it.
"Alright!" Marcus threw his hands up in happiness and he devoured the cake in three bites.
SEBASTIAN
We lounged on the sofa practically inhaling our plates of cake. We all commented on how good Rachel's cake turned out.
I looked over to Marcus and Luke who were snuggling in the corner. I smiled when Luke laughed, trying to avoid Marcus' kisses, I guess it was my turn to feel the sparks around them.
I couldn't help but feel jealous of the couple. I couldn't but feel so jealous of my past self, not knowing how quickly my world would come crashing down on me. I hated that I didn't appreciate what I had, without even knowing at the time, I began to wake up every morning feeling excited to face the day.
I hate that I didn't realise how Audrey made me feel, that I couldn't realise before she left. I hate that I didn't know I was truly happy, that she made me happy.
I never realised how much I cherished her. How much I...
How much I loved her