Case Reopened

Making The Best Of It

Because Kennedy would be like her mother and this is something that I think she would want to know. Now with that vagueness, enjoy!

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Kennedy glared at the numbers as they ascended. All she wanted to do was go to her room, fall onto her bed, and scream into her pillow. Maybe after that, she'd kick the filling out of her punching bag.

It was better than kicking someone else. Like the person next to her that she currently loved but right then wasn't sure that love could overpower her storming emotions.

Harrison shifted and cleared his throat.

Kennedy tensed and continued to stare at the numbers, trying to hold it all in.

"Kenny, are you sure you're okay?"

"Harrison, I swear if you start becoming some hovering boyfriend I will literally end this relationship."

"Okay," Harrison said cautiously. "I am simply trying to voice a concern and a want to be able to do anything you might need."

Kennedy spun on him. "Don't! Okay, don't. I said I was fine so leave at that won't you!"

To his credit, Harrison didn't react but remained very still and Kennedy turned away, somehow more annoyed with his lack of reaction than if he'd yelled back at her. From the corner of her eye, she saw him remove his phone from his pocket and glance at the screen.

"Ah," he said. "Forgot what the date was. I'll be avoiding you for the next five days."

"What?!" Kennedy rounding on him. "Simply because I'm on my period somehow negates my want for you to not hover? My feelings can be valid no matter the date!"

Harrison nodded, looking calm and polite, which only made Kennedy want to kick something even harder and she was dangerously close for it to being Harrison.

"You aren't going to say anything?" Kennedy snapped.

"I've learned from history that silence and space are best in this situation."

"But you're my boyfriend now, shouldn't that mean you want to help me through this?!"

Harrison pressed his lips together and Kennedy wanted to scream because even she understood how she contradicted herself. Some girls got painful cramps, but no, Kennedy had inherited her mother's riotous emotions.

The doors to the elevator opened and Kennedy stormed out, knowing if she looked at Harrison any longer she'd do something she'd regret.

"I love you!" Harrison called out as she reached her door.

She shot him a sharp glare before she stepped inside her apartment.

The instance she did, she halted in her tracks. Six facts hit her right away.

First, music was playing in the apartment. Loudly. Though Kennedy might play her music in her room, rarely did music play in the main part of the apartment.

Second, the lyrics weren't even in English, they were in Korean. Kennedy only knew this because Sophia had shown her one of the K-pop bands she listened to.

Third, the smell of baking cookies filled the entire place.

Fourth, the cookies smelled good and not burnt.

The fifth, her mother was the one baking the cookies. Which made the fact that the cookies weren't burning an even bigger miracle.

Sixth, her mother was dancing. Kennedy couldn't think of the last time her mother had danced. She knew her parents sometimes would dance late at night in the living but her mother dancing in the kitchen was completely unexpected.