Olive's P.O.V.
"Hailey?" I called out to her as I approached the bomb that must have gone off in the kitchen. The house was a complete disaster. "Hailey, did you try to cook again?"
Hailey cannot cook to save her life, but she still tries anyway. She swears she just needs more practice, but I think she's cursed because everything stops working when she touches it in the kitchen or starts working in a weird way. I narrowly avoided being splattered down on by some odd substance that clung to the ceiling. Lucas was suppressing his laughter behind me, picking up what looked like an attempt at brownies, maybe?
He eyed it curiously, looking at me with pressed lips. He was trying to be polite by not laughing, but he couldn't hold it in anymore. His laughter filled the apartment and my heart.
