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-Blooming Iris Chapter 28-

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Iris' POV~

"Iris?" his smooth voice asked once again, snapping me out of my daydream. "Are you there?" 

Shane raised his eyebrows at me with a confused look plastered on to his face. 

Covering the phone with my hand, I mouthed the name 'Richard' before he made an 'O' shape with his mouth, nodding his head. He went back to playing the Wii after that, probably wanting to get in some practice time before we go again. Even though he's never going to beat me. 

I removed my hand from the phone, answering him. "Y-yeah I'm here," I said into the speaker. 

He chuckled, his laughter sending shivers down my spine. Ugh, why does he have this effect on me? "How are you?"

"Good." Well beside the Molly part. "What about you?" 

"Busy," he replied dejectedly. "Is Molly still there?" 

"Yeah, she's still here." Unfortunately . . .

"Great . . . looks like I'm staying here tonight," he said, sighing. I could even picture him groaning, and rubbing his forehead in annoyance. 

Again . . . that's like the fifth time this week. I miss seeing him everyday. 

"Iris?" he asked a second later, when I didn't answer back. "Iris!?" he repeated, getting a bit frantic. 

Snapping out of my thoughts, I blinked my eyes, coming back to reality. "Ah . . . sorry, got distracted. What did you say?"

He laughed, probably shaking his head at me. "I said, make sure to get Shane to ask Sara to cook dinner for you guys."

"Dinner?" I asked, looking around for the time. When my eyes landed on my clock on my night stand, I squinted my eyes a bit, trying to read the time. Five o'clock. Mmh, maybe I should have dinner soon? I am pretty hungry—pizza sounds amazing right—

"Iris!" Richard shouted once again, "are you even listening to me?"

I blinked. "What? Of course I am!" 

"Oh yeah?" he asked, "what did I just said?"

"To get Shane to ask Sara to cook dinner," I replied back, smiling proudly. It's not like I zoned out again! I heard everything Richard said.

He sighed. "No Iris, after that." 

My eyebrows knitted down in bewilderment. He said something else? "After?" I asked, tilting my head to the right, "you said something after that?"

"Yes, Iris. Please don't tell me you're thinking about food again?"

I blushed, embarrassed. "Um . . . I wasn't."

"Uh huh . . ." His tone suggested that he didn't believe me, but then again who would. Everyone knows when you mention 'dinner' I start to think about food. It's a given fact; same with breakfast and lunch. "Anyways, as I was saying. Don't have her cook you pizza again. Have something else."

I pouted even though he couldn't see my face. "B-but why?" I whined, "I want pizza!"

"Pizza everyday isn't healthy for you Iris," he said, trying to reason with me. 

I stuck my lip out, biting my lip. "Fine . . ." I guess he's right, "what about pancakes?"

"No pancakes either."