(Xander)
I was now in the kitchen making lunch when Michael walked in. He saw what I was doing and started to grin, I narrowed my eyes at him, wondering what was so funny.
"Hey now, don't look at me like that. It's been a while since I've seen you in the kitchen, I forgot that you can cook." Michael said, making me scoff.
"Don't you have a house? Or better yet, why don't you come and help me instead of standing there?" I asked as I continued to cut the chicken into tiny pieces.
"Sure, I'll just wash my hands." After he did that, he started helping me. I was trying my best to ignore him, but as you can tell, Michael is a talker.
"So, Uncle Lawrence and I talked earlier, and boy, did he have something spicy to tell me." I shot him a look, hoping that it would be enough to get him to
