Liam
“Guys! Stop eating the damn cookies! Olivia is going to kill me.” I said to my housemates.
“Liam, you have Olivia’s cookies over here, it is like dangling cocaine in front of an addict, it be craved.” Mikey said as he bit into a cookie.
“You go over there and tell her that then.” I said to him as I slid the cookie trays into our oven.
“Ah, no thank you. She is kind of scary right now.” Mikey said.
“Then stop eating the f*****g cookies.” I yelled at him.
“My turn to go over to the baker in question. How long are we supposed to be her assistants?” Eric asked.
“Until she says so.” I sighed as I picked up a can of frosting.
“Olivia has you whipped.” Mikey said, as he shoved another cookie in his mouth.
Two and half days of baking. That’s how long we had to put up with the consta
