Demon Side

Chapter 19

I have decided. I pulled away before our faces got any closer.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Uh...I-I...umm."

"You've never kissed anyone before. Have you?" A smile lurked upon his face causing me to blush terribly.

"No." I sighed.

"Don't be embarrassed about it."

"I'm not embarrassed...it's just...I've never kissed anyone before. That's all."

"Ah." He nodded his head.

"We should...get back."

"Yeah, we should." We walked back to the house and by the time we got there, the sun was setting. For some odd reason, Micah was gathering chains and cables from a shed.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Tonight's a full moon, and I'm very greatful that these chains are here. What ever happens, you have to stay in the house."

"Why? What would happen if I don't?" There was that if again....

"Bad things. Bad things would happen. I don't want to hurt you, ever. Do you understand?" I noded in response. He kept gathering the chains from the shed and plopped them in a truck.

"Stay here. I'll be back in a few." He slammed the door of the truck and drove off into the woods. While he was doing god knows what, I walked to the vanilla walled kitchen and opened the pantry door. I scanned the white racketed shelves until I found something that sparked some interest. Chicken noodle soup; yum. I got a pot, poured the soup and a can of water in it, then plopped the pot on the stove.

I heard a truck pull up in the driveway. That must be Micah, I thought. I left the soup to cook on the stove and went to the driveway. Something about Micah was different.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's just the full moon tonight. I have to make sure I get chained up before 12:00am."

"Okay...." It came out more like a question than an answer.

"Do you smell something burning?"

"Oh shit!" I cursed. I ran into the kitchen with Micah behind me and looked at the pot. Crap. I burned the soup. How does someone burn soup?! Is this even possible?

I felt a rush of heat commence my soul as I stood; looking into the pot.

"Oooh." Micah had an unappealing face on. The burnt aroma filled the room.

"Well it looks like I can't even cook something to save my life." I sighed. I looked at Micah with a questioned look as he smiled at me.

"What?" He asked.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Because you and I are both in luck."

"And why's that?"

"Because I know how to cook."

"Please tell me you actually use a cookbook?"

"Nope." He smiled. My jaw dropped.

"Then how do you remember all those steps?!" He was totally unbelievable. I mean, how can one person remember so much? He must have either a very high IQ or a very large brain.

"I just do." He shrugged.

"Okay then."

After Micah cooked god knows what, he called me into the kitchen. There was a table at which he put two plates on and some water. We both sat down to face something that I've never seen before.

"Um, Micah, what is this?" I asked poking at it with my fork.

"Shrimp scampy....why?"

"Are you sure it's edible?"

"Just take a bite!" He pleaded.

"Okay, okay." In took a bit and suddenly, I was in heaven. Shrimp noodles and cheesy, white sauce took over my mouth.

"Yeah?"

"Oh, my god, this is the best thing ever!"

"Good. I'm glad you like it."

"You are so my main chef for now on." He was a good cook.

"Oh?"

"Yeah." I smiled.