Ten Days | Completed

two

"Good morning, sunshine." Isaac smiled, leaning against the door frame to my apartment.

I groaned, resting my forehead on the door. "It's too early for this."

"It's ten o'clock. It's not early." He replied.

"I should still be sleeping."

He rolled his eyes, walking past me into my apartment.

"It's rude to just walk into someone's apartment, you know." I closed the door behind me, turning to face him.

"You could have stopped me." He replied, looking around my apartment.

I felt the urge to cover his eyes and stop him from looking at the mess I lived in, but I didn't have the energy to do that.

My whole apartment was a mess. I always told myself that I would clean it, but I never had the energy to, so it just stayed a mess.

"I like it." He said, breaking the silence between us.

"What?" I questioned. He liked it? How the fuck was that possible? This place looked like a pigsty.

"It's very . . . you." He replied, his blue eyes landing on me.

I snorted, a sarcastic tone lacing my voice as I spoke. "Thanks."

His eyes widened, "Wait, no. I didn't mean it like that- I just meant that it suits you . . . I guess? That doesn't really sound any be-"

I muffled his rambling by clamping my hand over his mouth.

"Shut up before I make you leave." I said, shooting a glare at him.

"Yes ma'am." He smiled when I pulled my hand away.

I sighed, "You're lucky I'm even putting up with you this early in the morning."

"It's not early!" He tried to reason.

I silently gave him the middle finger, lying down on the couch and curling into a ball, letting my eyes fall shut.

I felt the couch dip beside me, not bothering to look up.

"Come on," Isaac poked my arm and I groaned, "I have something for us to do."

I opened my eyes, looking over at him. "What is it?"

"You'll see if you get up." He said, standing up from the couch. "Come on."

Curiosity ended up getting the better of me and I stood up, stretching my arms above my head.

"We're going to my apartment." He said, wandering over to the front door and opening it.

I groaned, glancing at myself in the small mirror I had hung between the door to the bathroom and my bedroom.

And there was no surprise when I discovered that I looked like shit-yet again.

As if reading my thoughts, Isaac walked over to me and said, "You look fine."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the mirror, over to the front door.

I quickly slipped my shoes on, which were sitting next to the door, and grabbed my keys from the hook on the wall. After making sure that I locked the door behind me, we walked down the hall.

After a few moments, we stopped in front of a door that looked identical to the one on my apartment, the only difference being the number on the gold plate nailed to the wood.

Isaac turned the knob, pushing the door open.

I raised an eyebrow as I walked inside, "You don't lock your door?"

"I usually do, but I was only planning on being at your apartment for a maximum of two minutes."

"It's not my fault you came over just as I was waking up." I retorted. "And I usually sleep 'till like one so you're lucky I was even awake."

"Anyways," He trailed off, walking into his kitchen and picking a box off of the counter. "We're baking brownies."

"Baking brownies?" I questioned.

This idiot woke me up just so that we could bake fucking brownies?

"Yup." He grinned, "Now get over here. I'm not doing this by myself."

I sighed, walking over to the sink and washing my hands after he was finished. I went over to the counter and picked up the box of brownie mix, reading the ingredients we would need.

"Um, we need a quarter cup of water, half a cup of vegetable oil, and two eggs." I listed, glancing up as Isaac scrambled around to grab the ingredients.

A laugh left my lips and I quickly covered my mouth with my hand to hide my smile.

"Okay." He sat everything down on the counter, "Can you preheat the oven or whatever? I'm gonna try and find a big enough bowl."

I nodded, preheating the oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit.

"Do you have a stick of butter I can use to grease the pan?" I questioned.

"Um, yeah. It should be in the fridge." He said. I walked over to the fridge and opened the door, seeing a stick of butter on one of the shelves.

I grabbed it and began greasing the brownie pan Isaac had set out on the counter.

"Found one!" He smiled, standing up with a bowl in his hands. He set it on the counter and opened the brownie box, pulling the mix out.

"Okay, so we need to stir everything together in the bowl . . ." He trailed off, grabbing a measuring cup and filling it to the half cup mark with water.

While he was doing that, I opened the bag of mix and poured it into the bowl, cracking an egg into it afterwards.

"Wait, I wanna do the other egg." He said, grabbing it before I could pick it up. "Watch this."

He bit down on his lip as tapped the egg against the side of the bowl before attempting to crack it open with one hand-which he almost did.

And by almost, I mean he got a bunch of egg shells in the mix.

"Good job, dumbass." I said, reaching in and picking the pieces of egg shell out.

"It's not my fault!" He defended, putting his hands up in false innocence.

"Then whose is it?" I questioned, "The Boogeyman?"

"Yes."

I rolled my eyes and we continued to make the brownies, watching TV to pass the time until they were done baking in the oven.

When the timer on the oven beeped, Isaac jumped up. "They're done!"

I stood up, following him into the kitchen as he grabbed an oven mitt and pulled the pan out of the oven.

"We should probably let them cool for a little." I suggested as he started to cut them.

"We'll be fine." He replied, grabbing two paper towels and putting a piece of brownie on each one. He handed me one of them, taking the other for himself before we went back to the living room.

I watched as Isaac took a bite out of the brownie, only to let it fall out of his mouth and back onto the paper towel.

"Ah- shit." He fanned his mouth and I could see his eyes watering. "I think you were right."

I laughed at him, breaking my brownie in half and blowing on it so it could cool down.

After a few minutes, the brownies were cooled down enough to eat and I took a bite out of it.

I hummed in satisfaction as the chocolate flavor filled my mouth.

"Reason number two," Isaac said, taking a bit out of his. "Brownies."