The Switch

Sarah- It's my turn

I was busily engrossed in the History textbook, trying my best to memorize the timeline for the test on Monday, when the lock on my door clicked.

“Luke?” I called once I saw him enter. I had given Luke the duplicate keys for my dorm to enter whenever he wanted. I had the duplicate keys for his dorm too.

“Sarah, its two in the morning. What are you doing up so late?” he spoke.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? What happened?”

“I came here to check on you, because your lights were on.”

I sneezed.

“Do you have a cold?” he asked

“No. I don’t. This is the third time I’ve sneezed already.” I smiled

“Hmm. I see. Hey, you don’t mind if I spend the night here, do you? I was feeling kind of lonely at my dorm”

Oh. Well, we grew up together, so it wasn’t a problem for me.

“Sure” I agreed “Should I cook up something for you? You look tired”

“Sure. Thanks” he said, softly. Why did he look so down?

 “I’ll take a bath until then, if you don’t mind” he said once more

“No, of course I don’t mind. Go ahead”

He had already entered the bathroom before I could say anything.

Something was wrong. Well, usually, he was the one to lift my bad moods. I guess it’s my turn now.

Cup noodles and soup were the only things I had. I heated the water and poured the soup powder in, stirring it.

There must be something else. I checked the fridge. Bingo. Pudding. His favorite.

I added some vegetables in the soup because the liquid alone wouldn’t fill his stomach and the cup noodles were my breakfast, plus he didn’t like cup noodles. There was one egg in the fridge too, right? I opened the fridge and there it was. One last egg.

I prepared an omelet on the pan. The soup was ready, and so was the omelet. I served it and put it on the coffee table in the living room.

Yeah, we have a cafeteria at White Rose, and its bigger than any other, but sometimes we feel like cooking for ourselves, and the means to do so had been provided by the academy.

I could get used to living here I smiled to myself. The place was...posh.

Luke was out soon, dressed in a spare bathrobe, with a towel hanging around his neck.

Somehow, for the first time, to me he looked, kind of hot.

No! Shut up, Sarah!

Of course he looks handsome, he always had. But he’s my friend. I do not call my closest guy friend ‘hot’.

“You’re quick” I noted.

“Of course” he replied “You know me and baths don’t gel, but I was feeling tired and needed to freshen up.”

He walked up to the sofa and sat down.

“You’re not having anything?” he asked. I shook my head

“I had dinner, so I’m not hungry. Eat up” I ruffled his hair and went back to my history text book.

“Thanks, Sarah” he smiled.

He quickly gulped up the omelet and started on the soup as I tried to study for History. Soon, he was done hogging that too. He sure was hungry.

“You still want something else?” I asked. He shook his head.