Day 2:

Faith:

It was day two in our romantic holiday to Italy and I wanted to get a small payback to Michael for his rude awakening.

So it was after eight in the morning as the sun was already in the sky. I quietly got up from I and Michael's shared bed to the closed windows.

I ripped the curtains open to the annoyance of a groaning Michael and I couldn't help but let out a cheerful sweet greeting "good morning my darling boyfriend"

Michael groaned in pain and mumbled several sentences I didn't understand while the sun shines gloriously shines in our room.

I went back to our bed and only seeing Michael's tangled head of curls peak from the covers.

I pulled the covers off him and he moaned in pain, immediately trying to pull it back. I held the covers at bay and smirked evilly.

"Noo I want to go back to sleep..I have uh a.." in which he proceeded to try and burrow deeper into the covers.

"You have a hangover baby" I smirked sarcastic.

I felt a little pity for him so I went to the kitchen to get him a glass of water and a painkiller.

Returning back to the room to see he had already covered himself again. I shook him lightly to wake him and he snapped his chocolate brown eyes glaring at me irritated.

"Now don't give me that look Michael, drink this you'll be fine" I said sweetly sarcastic and handed him the glass with the painkiller as well.

He gulped them both down and I decided to give him an hour of rest in which I stepped off and went to get ready.

An hour later I was dressed and ready to wake my sleeping Prince. I sniggered quietly to myself as I made my way there.

"Get up Michael we have a lot of things to do today, no sleeping in!" I said excited and ripping off the covers off his body again.

He yawned sleepily and rubbed his eyes to then glare at me flatly. I shrugged my shoulders and kissed his forehead as well leaving the room to let him get ready.

Thirty minutes later he walked down the stairs in a comfortable outfit of a loose navy blue top and a black blazer with his loafers on his feet.

He sat down on the kitchen counter and a full breakfast was laid down in front of him.

He looked grumpy with his hair in a mess, he ate his food silently until he was satisfied and drank down a cup of a cappuccino. He stood up where there was a hairstylist waiting near the door to get his mess of a hair down styled.


Several minutes he walked out of the room, his hair styled and he looked bright eyed or it might be the coffee running in his system.

We sat on the comfy sofas in the living room connected to the kitchen and snuggled talking.

"So what are we doing today my Queen?" Michael questioned and covered his mouth yawning.

"Well from what I heard from your bodyguards we are going to be cooking a dish together with a chef at two o'clock" I explained to him.

"It's only after eleven...I could have slept a little longer" Michael complained.

"Oh hush Michael, from what I heard from the staff here said the chef hates lateness so don't complain" I retorted rolling my eyes at his childish behaviour.

The time flew by and two o'clock arrived, so I and Michael went to the kitchen to see a tall and studly built man in a spotless white uniform.

His ebony eyes glaring down on us as we stood in front of him. He gave us both tight lipped greeting and he spoke in a emotionless voice.

"Welcome your highness and friend...my name is Roberto and both of you today are in my kitchen, my pride and joy! I shall be teaching you both the mastery of pizza now let us start with the dough"

In front of us were separate indgridents needed to make our own pizza.

I guess both of us are making our separate pizzas today...I'm more worried about Michael this is the first time I've seen him in the kitchen.. I thought warily.

We went to our separate tables where as Roberto watched us both with hawk like eyes and he gave us his instructions.

The atmosphere was peaceful while we were makin the dough and sadly Michael decided to be playful by throwing baking powder at me to loose my focus which sadly did and when I avoided the last throw unfortunately landed on Roberto's face.

We both froze scared of his reaction, he simply brought a cloth from his front pocket and wiped the powder off his face.

He glared down at Michael while he wiped and said calmly stating "another spoilt brat in my kitchen..how joyful"

"I'm sorry Mr.Roberto" Michael apologized and Roberto shrugged it off saying we should continue so we did without any interruptions.

The dough was prepared, I was quite proud of my accomplishment so far and from the corner of my eyes I saw Michael was proud of what he had done as well.

We laid our thickened dough of pizzas topped with our favourite toppings and I slapped Michael's hand away from the oven before he burnt our pizza, he pouted sulking and I put a timer for twenty five minutes..

So chef Roberto leaving us to clean the kitchen, I went to counter picking off the remaining ingredients but then I felt the sudden feel of power plopped on my nose.

I screwed my nose at the feel of powder and rubbed my nose to glare into the glaring eyes of a smirking Michael.

"No Michael we are not going to do this today!" I said to him firmly and swiftly went back to cleaning but Michael wouldn't let up instead he began to poke my sides!

"Will you stop that---" and my face was covered in powder thankfully closing my eyes before the powder hit.

I was tired of his restless behaviour and wanted my payback, rubbing off the powder off my eyes, I grabbed the bowl of tomato sauce and stood watching him but the smug look on his lips fell once his eyes landed on the bowl.

"So this payback for your morning wake up call Hm? How about I add some sauce to your colour" I said smirking smugly and flung the sauce from my hands and the sauce fell on his navy top.

Michael gasping at the sauce on his shirt, he grabbed the bag of powder and threw the entire remains on me so the result...covered in flour.

Unfortunately this ended in a large food fight between us and the bell suddenly went off alerting us off our pizza that was ready.

"Don't throw any more stuff tiger! The pizza is ready" I told him seeing his hand ready to throw a tomato but he pouted when he didn't see his chance.

Slowly and carefully I treaded on the messy and slippy floor to the oven to see our pizzas were cooked but a little burnt on the side.

I brought each pizza our individually and let it cool on the counter.

"Ok Michael we need to clean this place up before Roberto comes back" I told him slightly panicking and he nodded.


"What happened here!?! My beautiful kitchen!!" Roberto's bellowed scaring I and Michael out of our wits. We both turned to see his face shining brightly red like a volcano he pointed to the door and he shouted clearly aggravated "Get out of here, the both of you!! And take your pizzas with you"

He didn't need to tell us twice Michael grabbed the pizzas on the boards and I grabbed a few beers to go along with em then we ran out of the room.

We ran to our room and dropping the food and beer on the table. We stood still for a second until Michael began to chuckle till he was laughing so hard I couldn't help but join in. We laughed together several minutes until we calmed down.

"His reaction was so funny my queen he blew up like a balloon" Michael said the hint of laughter still in his voice.

"Oh gosh he really did look a blown up balloon..come on let's eat while the food is still warm" I said to Michael and wiping a tear off my cheek.

We sat crossed legged on the bed and divided into our meal. Afterwards we individually took a hot a shower and laid in bed talking and kissing till we fell asleep.