The Bad Boy Next Room (Charlie and Taylor)

"Eww! This is sticky-wait! I have gloves!" Charlie exclaimed after attempting to mold the ground chicken with her hand.

Charlie was in the kitchen of the new apartment at seven. Her roommate was notnoveldrama

home yet.

She was watching YouTube, learning how to make cheesy chicken croquettes. Earlier, she had followed instructions, mixing spices and condiments into the meat. Now, she was forming balls and putting a big slice of cheese inside.

"Yummy cheese,” Charlie said with a smile. She loved cheese.

"Cheese is life!" She claimed it.

After making ten balls of chicken croquettes, she prepared the olive oil. Charlie muttered, "I'm getting the hang of this. I'm so good at this."

Charlie happily began frying her chicken croquettes. She was so excited to eat them that she took pictures of her cooking while she was at it, which she happily sent to her family's group chat.

[Look, guys! I'm cooking a very complicated dish!]

Best Mom Riley: [Meatballs? I'm so proud of you, Charlie!]

Charlie: [Mom, it's chicken croquettes.]

Annoying brother Jasper: [Chicken croquettes are not complicated. I have helped Grandma Renee make them.]

Charlie: [It's complicated!]

Less annoying brother, Kian: [It's complicated for our little sister, Jasper. Roll on the floor emoji]

Best Dad Adrian: [Stop teasing your sister!]

Best Dad Adrian: [I'm proud of you, Charlie. Soon, you can cook us an entire buffet.]

Charlie: [Thanks, Dad.]

Best Sister Freya: [Is that cheese oozing out? Careful, Baby Sister. Cheese burns quickly!]

When her sister said that, Charlie's head snapped toward the frying pan; true enough, the cheese spread out. Some of the chicken cracked open, and the cheese was burning!

"Oh, my god!" Charlie exclaimed.

She panicked. Charlie tried to remove the burning dish from the frying pan, but she was also afraid of getting burned!

"Oh, my god. Oh, my god!" Charlie repeated.

"Charlie? What's going on?" Charlie turned around and saw Taylor. All the more, she panicked.

The frying pan was already emitting smoke. Taylor quickly turned off the induction stove, but it was too late.

"Ahhh!" Before Charlie knew it, the fire sprinkler alarm in the kitchen had been activated!

"The fuck!" Taylor had to rush outside to inform the building manager. When he returned, the shower sprinklers were already off, and Charlie was walking back and forth, trying to clean up in her soaked clothes and messy hair.

"Charlie, just what were you trying to do?" Taylor scolded. Like Charlie, Taylor was soaked. He was wearing a jacket, and his shirt was completely wet beneath it.

"I was trying to cook?" Charlie answered. She looked at him with apologetic, downcast eyes. "I'm sorry."

She was on the floor, wiping the water with a rug. From where she was, she noticed Taylor suddenly flushed! 'Oh, no, he is angry!'

Taylor looked away. He gulped, pointed to the rooms, and ordered, "Go to your room and change."

Charlie was confused. She needed to clean up, and she could change later. But before she could react, Taylor repeated, "Change your clothes!"

She got up, stomping her feet. Charlie went to her room and grabbed a pair of clothes. She walked past her mirror, but she stepped back and studied herself. She screamed, "Aaaahhh!"

That was because Charlie suddenly realized she was not wearing a bra—and since she was completely soaked, her shirt had become see-through! To make matters worse, she was wearing a thin, V-neck workout top.

When Charlie lived with Ashley and Sofia, they often skipped wearing bras inside the apartment. There was no need to unless their boyfriends were visiting. But now, she had completely forgotten that she was living with a man!

'So that's why he insisted I changed clothes! He had seen my breasts!' Charlie screamed in her head. However, she could not blame Taylor entirely. It wasn't his fault that he had seen her breasts. Hence, she tied her hair into a ponytail and walked back out after getting into a new T-shirt and shorts.

"Ahh!" Without warning, Charlie screamed again.

"What? What now?" Taylor was on the floor, cleaning with a rug. He turned to Charlie, and with his brows meeting, he asked, "Why were you screaming? Can you stop screaming? The neighbors will think we have gone mad!"