List of Things I Love

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_Aloha Pov_

A month has gone and I can't believe Army is still living with me. I'm not complaining, it's actually nice to have him around. He's been so thoughtful and just incredible!
But at times I now find myself alone. As the weeks went on Army eventually found a job he likes but has to take a train too and from. He wakes up early so I don't get the chance to see him off but he does make something for me before he goes. He's so perfect...

The days he has time off though we spend them together. Him and I have been making the deliveries ourselves more often. I don't make Diver do it as usual unless Army's working. Speaking of Diver, I haven't spoken with him that often. Truthfully I think he's upset with me. I might know why but it's frustrating to admit.

I'll have to speak with him some time. Right now I'm just enjoying my afternoon. Sort of.
I'm in the living room bundled up in one of Army's blankets that he recently bought, trying to distract my mind from work. Like I said it's best to take a break time to time. I don't want to over work myself.

But as I sit here alone I come to the conclusion that I am hungry.
"Is there anything in the fridge?" I wonder and get up to the examine it but to no surprise of course there isn't. Army and I haven't been grocery shopping for a while...
All we have are eggs and milk but that doesn't sound appetizing.
"I want to make something for Army."
Whenever he comes home he always looks exhausted but he never fails to cook something for us. I want to learn how to cook so I can take the load off him. Besides, I think doing this is also just a nice gesture.

But what to make?

I thought and thought until I decide to head to his room. He doesn't take his manual to work so he leaves it by his night stand. I'm sorry for stepping in your space Army, but I want to see if there's anything in this that seems good. As I flip through several pages I finally land on something decent. Pork cutlets seem like a good choice. Now this means I have to go out and buy all this. But first I should make a list just in case I run into other items I need to get for our home... hold on...pausing briefly I lift my head up to glare at the wall. I feel like he's rubbing off on me.
Here I am making a cod damn list of things. Whatever, I just need to get going before it's too late.

So with that in mind I shove my list down into my pocket and head out the door. It's kinda cold today so not many people decided to leave there homes, I occasionally see a hand full of people come and go but that's about it. Unlike them I'm on a mission. I need to grab these and head back home before I make small talk. So running to the store I gather all the things I need and few other stuff then head out with bags in hand. It's tough to carry alone.

That's why Army and I go together.

"Aloha?" Cod please not now. I don't want to make small talk. The thought of it seems exhausting...With uncertainty I turn around to face the person who called my name.
"H-hey! Forge.." stuttering out she gives a nod then looks down once she sees the bags.

"Grocery shopping?"

"Of course. It was time..." This is awkward. What do I say to her? I don't have time for this.
"How are you doing?" She genuinely asked while looking at me with sincere eyes. I know she's just curious and all, but the way she's looking at me...
It makes me feel as if I'm an at risk patient in a hospital. She probably doesn't know she's doing it...

"Listen I don't mean to be rude but I have to get back. I have something to do." While giving her my reason I take slight steps back but she didn't give up.
"Making pork cutlets I see. You know those are Army's favorites. Besides curry, of course." They are? Oh man, now I really need to make this supper delicious tonight.
"I didn't know that." I can't risk messing this up. I've never cooked before..Oh cod, what if I mess up so bad that he won't trust me to do anything?! "Aloha." Forges soothing voice distracts me immediately. I jolt once her hand reached my shoulder.

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