Imperfect Hearts

6

When I said bye to my people and started driving back to Hudson, I was both happy and sad.

Happy that the only hours I got with them were spent well. Happy that Coco and I got to hang out at our favourite diner, happy that the new physiotherapist assured me papa's going to improve a lot. Sad that a day just came and went quickly, that I'd have to wait for another week or maybe weeks to come to visit again.

By the time I reached home, I had a text from Penny.

Godmother: U forgot spaghetti idiot

Uh shit. I should've consumed the whole container right then and there. But nope, my stupid mind had decided to bring it here and enjoy it. And now will that happen?

Nope.

Luck failed me again.

I was in the process of choosing a good movie to watch, which I assumed would pull me out of the spaghetti tears when Instagram notified me that some random profile had liked my latest post. A photo of me and Coco, smiling at each other.

I frowned at the username. I don't remember accepting any follow request from someone whose username consists of random numbers and letters.

Damn Coco. She must've sneaked in and done something. We had a habit of doing things like that to each other. Like, texting 'I hate you' from my phone to guys who were definitely way too far away from my hate list and close to crush/love list. And me retaliating by posting weird ugly pictures of her red puffy face from her account.

Now that I think about it, papa's right. We really are immature.

I removed the account from my followers list and sent a middle finger emoji to Coco, just for my relief. And while I was typing a response to Chase's text, my doorbell rang, making me frown.

Who would that be? I mean, I don't have anyone to visit me unless it's Chase and Emmie, who still don't know my address.

I opened the door to find Agatha.

Of course, who else it'd be?

"Hey, come in." I gestured for her to come in but she shook her head.

"Had your dinner?"

"Oh, um, I have frozen mac and cheese here. I was going to make some." Even though I had a chance to have delicious spaghetti and meatballs.

"Dinner?" She asked again, slightly irritated as if I didn't reply right now.

"I was going to." I said louder. "About to make some mac and cheese, do you want some?"

Homemade was way better than frozen but still...

"That's good." She nodded and I wasn't sure which part was good. "We have some pasta. Frank and I ate already. I messed up the measurements and made more than what I intended to. Do you want some? I'm going to get rid of it anyway."

Aw. Though she said it all without a hint of smile or warmth, I was happy. I mean, I'm not going to believe she 'accidentally' made more food. I'm gonna believe she secretly likes me and did make it for me.

"Only if you don't find it disgusting to eat something two old souls cooked and ate."

My aw turned to ugh. Who told that to them?

"No, no." I shook my head and remembered to say it louder. "Of course not. That's so thoughtful of you to bring me some. Thank you."

She looked genuinely surprised and a little relieved, maybe? And then gave me a nod with something close to a smile.