Frequencies

XIV

SWIPE AND HIT PLAY FOR MUSIC!

Gabby's POV
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November 2nd

"Ma, let me wash those up and you can finish what you were doing," I say, referring to the 25 pots she has on the stove. My Jamaican ass mother always cooked for 50 people when she only had two children.

She also liked to clean as she cooked, leaving me to hear her rants about how she did all the work when she was done.

"I can help too," Jordan says after me. He gets up and begins to dry each dish after I set them aside. I can feel the heat of his eyes on me. I move quickly to finish the dishes. We haven't said much to each other since what happened outside of the hospital and I don't think I'm ready to explain anything to anyone.

At least not right now.

And knowing him, he'll want to know everything.

"Jordan you cook?" my mom asks while stirring the pot. She has such a friendly and gentle spirit. She makes everyone comfortable and I can feel Jordan's  nervousness begin to die down.

Plus, her conversation distracts him from looking at me. Even if it's just for a couple of seconds.

"I can do a little something," he chuckles. "I bet it's nothing like this, tho," he smiles. I silently laugh and shake my head at his comment. He turns and winks at me.

Look at him kissing ass.

"Have you ever had curry chicken?" she asks, turning around with a spoon full of gravy. He nods his head but she still takes a but and pours into the palm of his hand to taste.

He hums as he licked the gravy from his hand. "None like this, Mrs. Mason," he chuckles.

"Call me Margie," she laughs. She turns around and finishes the curry by adding some Irish potatoes to the pot. My mother is such a friendly person and always welcomes everyone with the best energy.

It is one her best qualities but can also be a quality that makes people want to take advantage of her kindness.

I finish up the dishes and head back to my original spot, on the stool in front of the island. Jordan joins me shortly after my mom forces almost every grain of food down his throat for him to taste.

He sits next to me, putting his hands over mine. I look up at him and he looks at me with a smile. He is smiling but it isn't hard to read him.

He wants answers. Answers I'm not ready to give him. I look away from him. His hand tenses on mine. As if trying to get my attention but I focus elsewhere. He doesn't lend my hand go.

I hear my mother let out a small chuckle and I look up and give her a slight mug. She turns around chuckling.

Her messy ass

"Jordan where is your family from?" my mother asks, while wiping off her counters. She turns to him but instead it met with my uneasy stare, subtly shaking my head.

But again, Jordan squeezes my hand gently. He knows I don't want her to make him uncomfortable.

"My parents moved here from Ghana after they got married but I don't really know a lot about my family there," he smiles. He rubs his nose and looks at me as I focus on my glass.

I know talking about his family is a touchy subject and I don't want my mother badgering him.

"How about we eat," I interrupt. They nod their heads and I call Kaitlin, waiting for her to come downstairs.