Welcome to High School: Parte Deux by Euphoria Writer (manga ereader .TXT) 📖

the kitchen counter to reach the plates up in the high cabinets. Suddenly the sound of dad running through the house came near and our brown tabby Floppy ran into the kitchen jumping onto the bar and stopped in front of Kiku. Madeline and I made motions for him to hide the cat, luckily Kiku understood and grabbed the cat hiding Floppy in his jacket.
"Foutez le camp de retour ici vous baise chat!" Dad yelled running into the kitchen with a broom in one hand and a dead mouse in the other.
"Papa ne maudissant en français," Madeline and I said in synch at dad.
Hearing us, dad suddenly became tame and put down the broom with a goofy smile.
"Sorry kids, please excuse my French earlier, but our cat left another "toy" in the bathtub," dad said gesturing at the dead mouse.
Seeing the dead bird Maddie left the plates on the table and went over to dad to take the mouse whispering soft French words before throwing it in the trash and washing her hands.
"Well I'm gonna go make an appointment with the vet, so if you excuse me," dad said going off to find the cat.
At that moment Floppy managed to wiggle out of Kiku's jacket and jump out the open window.
WTHS
I made sure to wake up at seven the next day so I could make Christmas pancakes with dad but I didn't find him in the kitchen. I took a peak in mom and dad's bedroom but only mom was asleep in bed. I sighed going back to the kitchen. Last night during dinner dad was talking about making pancakes with me in the morning, but where could he be?
I picked up a sticky not that was on the kitchen table and read it.
Hey Mattie, I gotta get the restaurant open and ready today, sorry I can't be there to make the pancakes with you
-Love Dad
I felt a bit disappointed that dad wasn't here to make pancakes with me, but then again I either make the pancakes by myself or let mom and Madeline do it and well... We'd have to get a new kitchen. So I took out the electric skillet and turned it on, took out the ingredients for my famous maple pancakes and got out the pancake shapers for Christmas trees. After making the batter I took out a squeeze bottle and filled it with the batter testing out the air pressure by squeezing out a small amount into the sink. I took a small amount of butter and greased the skillet before placing down the shapers across the spacious surface of the hot skillet and squeezed proper amounts of batter into each shapers hearing the sizzle when the batter made contact to the heat. Carefully I slide off the shapers once the edges were golden brown and flipped the pancake trees over expertly. Once those were done I put them on a big serving plate and started another round. The first person to greet me was Tino in his pink tank top and polar bear pj bottoms.
"Morning Mattie," Tino yawned cutely sitting on the bar to watch me make pancakes.
"Good morning," I replied.
"Hmm," Tino hummed jumping off his seat and walking around the bar to stand next to me watching the pancakes along with me. Once those were done and put onto the plate something happened.
Tino reached up and grabbed my face gently making my face turn down towards him. I felt his breath fan across my face as he leaned in close to my face. For some reason my heart kept pounding against the bone cage of my ribs. I felt the hand cupped over my cheek move a bit and Tino's finger brush against my cheek gently before removing that hand from my face showing a bit of batter on the finger that had swept over my cheek. I watched Tino's pink tongue sweep over his bottom lip before bringing his finger to his mouth, cleaning off the batter from his finger... In a suggestive way I might add.
"Good batter," Tino said when he was done, the other hand that was still on my face slide around to snake around my neck.
"Uh thanks...?"
"Wanna taste?"
Before I could retested anything sane at the moment, Tino leaned up and his arm pressed my head down to meet him half way for a kiss. It was different from my first kiss with Francis, not that I was making comparisons already! Ok well does it make me a bad person if I do? I mean the way Francis's had kissed me seemed more agile and used to the feel of kissing, while Tino had this soft way about it with the small movements with his lips against mine. It was like receiving kisses from a butterfly, soft, fluttery and for some reason beautiful.
"Meow!"
Tino and I jumped apart, breaking the kiss, startled by Floppy who was sitting by his empty food bowl meowing in his squeaky and high pitched meow he always had. Blushing and feeling bait shaken down by Tino's eyes staring at me as I went over to feed the cat. Luckily though mom and Kiku came into the kitchen to watch and wait for the pancakes to be done.
When the serving plate was stacked like a mountain everyone attacked with forks and butter knives, before I pulled the plate away and served myself first.
"Savages," I said getting a few giggles out of them.
When I had a high enough stack of Christmas tree pancakes soaked to the cake in maple syrup (the real stuff not the knock off kind that Wal-Mart sells) I set my plate down and went to go wake up Gilbert. Last night everyone slept on my bedroom floor on the low up mattresses my mom blew up for them since Madeline took the only guest room we have for her stay. In my room Gilbert was out of the covers sprawled out over the blowup mattress like a beached whale exposing some of his stomach and snoring lightly in the morning rays peaking from my curtains.
With a slightly evil grin I crouched down at the end of the mattress and sprung forward jumping on Gilbert. Gilbert sat up quickly in a startled manner.
"Nein!" he yelled sounding a bit like his brother.
I laughed jumping back off him. "Good morning, I made pancakes so come eat," I said before leaving to go join the others downstairs for breakfast.
WTHS
We spent most of the day helping with chores and setting up decorations for my mom before she even agreed to drive us down to dad's restaurant to go see how things were.
"Woah, woah, I knew your dad owned a restaurant but no one told me it was the Maple Leaf Pancake House! I heard this place was one of the best pancake houses in the world!" Gilbert gasped once we had parked in front of dad's restaurant.
"Sweetie, who do you think makes the pancakes?" mom said to Gilbert though the review mirror, winking before getting out of the car.
By the time we entered the restaurant it was half full and almost time to close up. We waited in the waiting room watching every single customer leave with a smile on their faces until dad walked in with a white apron covered in batter and had the biggest smile in the world on his face. Mom got up and exchanged a kiss with dad before we all went in and sat in the booth of the now closed restaurant. It was all completely empty except for us and the workers who had stayed after cleaning up to have a bite to eat and socialize. I remembered that two girls I went to school with were waitresses here and I was really good friends with them in middle school so I guess it wouldn't hurt to go say hi. Then again because they got jobs here also meant a few boys from the same school worked here too... Should I risk it? Eh what the hell, my dad is their boss so if they want to beat up their boss's son and get fired fine by me.
"Hi!" I greeted the two girls who perked up hearing my voice.
"Matthew!" Bella exclaimed jumping up to tightly hug me.
I laughed gently and hugged Bella back letting go just to be hugged again by Lily. When they had pulled back I noticed that Bella's short blonde hair had grown a bit since I last saw her and that Lily had her hair cut... Sort of in the fashion her brother Vash's hair was cut. I always knew Lily loved her brother deeply, but sometimes her brother could get a bit too overprotective, which explains why he was shooting daggers at me with his eyes a table over.
"I am so happy to see you Matthew," Lily smiled sweetly in joy.
"I'm really happy to see you guys," I grinned.
"So are you home schooled now? I'm asking cause I don't see you around Sacramento High, some of the guys thought you were at a gay camp in the south," Bella growled a bit at her last statement.
"No, I'm nowhere near there, I'm actually going to an all-boys school in San Francisco," I explained.
"Really? What's it like?" Lily asked.
"It's really fun, uniforms aren't really much of a pain though cause then I don't have to waste a morning stressing over an outfit and everyone is pretty nice."
"That's good, did you make any friends?"
"Yeah, a few of them are here now if you want to o meet them," I said pointing over to the table where they were.
I hung back as Lily and Bella went ahead to go meet them.
"Hey," I heard Vash callout to me. I turned my attention towards him, he was still glaring at me though. "Don't flirt with my sister," he growled.
I held up my hands defensively. "L-look there seems to b-be a misunderstanding here, you see it's not like I don't find your sister attractive but I don't swing that way i-if you catch my drift," I stuttered awkwardly feeling so nervous and sweaty at the same time.
I watched Vash's angry face smooth out and calm down a bit in reassurance of my words. "Oh, sorry," he mumbled.
I was about to turn and leave when Vash called out to me again.
"Hey Matthew," he said.
"That Steven kid from that group last year, I heard his balls dropped off after a dog bit him in the crotch and he caught an HIV," Vash said making me smile just a little.
WTHS
"Bonzai!" Gilbert yelled before jumping into the pool.
It was dark by the time we all piled back into my mom’s hybrid and came home. So since we really didn't have anything to do I called over Alfred and suggested we take a dip in our pool. That's right we had a pool in our backyard, what did you expect, a backyard with a white picket fence and a sheep dog named Chef? Hell no, it's a real wooden fence and his name was Sleepy not Chef and he was a sable Shetland sheepdog to be precise.
Anyways here I was playing Marco polo with Tino who kept cheating whenever I was Marco so he could hug me from behind and then yell "Polo". Suddenly all I saw was red white and blue before a giant spray of water toppled over Tino and