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"how much flour?" charlie asked, pouring a large amount in the bowl on accident. "was that too much!" he says putting back in the original packaging.
"no!" i laughed. "it's fine, just a little more bread to share around." i say, while grabbing veggies that libby planted out of the fridge. i paused, waiting for the right moment to asked. "i have a question."
"ask away." charlie smiled.
"when were you suppose to go back home to england?"
"long, long ago. but this happened and the world is coming to an end, so who knows when i'll be back." he said. "maybe in five years, maybe ten. i can't wait to get back home."
home for me was libby and riley. i had nothing else, even if there was a cure, i lost everything, nothing left for me to go back to.
"what's back home?" i asked him.
"my mum, girlfriend and dog." he smiled.
"you have a girlfriend!" i was thrilled with happiness for him, clapping my hands.
"yes actually. she's quite the beauty. her names emily." he says. "i would do anything to be back home already and see her."
"you'll see her again." i smiled.
"you think?"
"i know." i quickly change the subject, turning back to look at him. "charlie, how old are you anyways?" i asked.
"fifteen." he smiled.
"you're fifteen?" i say out of shock.
"yes!" he laughed. "i'm not as tall compared to the other mates in the house, i thought you would've known."
i nod. "would've never known." i say.
everyone in this house besides riley were all seniors but charlie was only fifteen years old, being a freshmen. although he was a quite soul he was very mature and was always there if help was needed.
i began to dice the veggies placing them tight against the board to not lose grip.
i lose concentration when i see marcus walk into the kitchen. my hand slips while trying to speed up the pace, slicing the skin of my fingers.
"fuck." i mumbled, placing my hand away from the board.
"careful with that knife, fate." marcus says, placing his hands over mines. he grabs a clean towel and applied pressure as i tried not to make a groan because of the open wound.
i kept my eyes up because i hated seeing fresh blood on me, made everything feel more painful if i did glanced to see.
"it's not that bad." marcus lift my chin down gently, he keeps his eyes on me while he kisses the towel that laid over my cut. "all better?"
