Addicted to You

Chapter 2: Never Let Nerissa Cook

I woke up to the sound of Nerissa cursing and the smell of eggs and bacon being cooked. I chuckle to myself and then turn around to read the time on my alarm clock. My eyes widen when I realize I slept in until 10:00 o'clock. Quickly pushing my covers off my body, I rush into the kitchen to go make myself breakfast. Nothing however, could have prepared me for the sight I was greeted with when I walked into the kitchen. Nerissa's hair was tied up into a messy bun, she donned a red and white checkered apron that was covered in eggs and flour, and the kitchen was an absolute mess. There were eggshells spread all over the kitchen counter and the contents of an olive oil bottle was all over the front of the fridge. In the middle of the mess was Nerissa stationed at the stove spitting out a string of curses. Me being the neat freak that I am, couldn't help but scream at the disorder in the kitchen.

Startled my yelling, Nerissa jumped and burned her finger on the stove. Then, she started to scream herself. We were both yelling when a faint thump and a "SHUT UP!" came from the wall we shared with our neighbour Alfonso. Not wanting to anger the 40 something year old any more than we already did, we both shut our mouths. After I calmed myself down a bit, I moved further into the kitchen. I had to watch where I walked because some of the olive oil from the fridge had made its way on to the floor and I was in no mood to slip and fall. Once I made my way to Nerissa, she was holding a bag of frozenpeas to her index finger and blushing so hard that her face was redder than her finger.

"In my defence I wanted to treat you to breakfast in bed on your last day here in the apartment. Its not my fault that I can't cook," Nerissa said, her face becoming more flushed the more she talked.

Not able to help myself, I smiled and gave Nerissa a hug. "It's the thought that counts right. I appreciate you trying to cook for me. And come on look how tasty that breakfast looks. I can't way to dig my teeth into it."

I gestured towards the plate on the counter beside us, where the plate of "food" Nerissa made sat. The scrambled eggs looked to be too runny, the bacon didn't seem to be cooked properly, and the toast she made me was a charcoal black instead of the golden brown it should have been. Fighting down the nausea in my stomach, I grab a fork from inside the dish rack, put some of the bacon and egg onto a slice of toast and hesitantly took a bite. I forced myself to chew and swallow the food, even though it tasted like vomit and felt like sandpaper against my throat when I swallowed it. Once I successfully got the first bite down, Nerissa looked at me with hopeful eyes and asked me if I liked the food.

Trying my best not to grimace, I smiled at her and told her it was delicious.

In reality, I wanted to run to the toilet, shove my fingers down my throat, and regurgitate what I just ate. Seeing the way her eyes lit up and her mouth break out into a huge smile when I told her how I loved her food held me back from doing that. I managed to take three more bites before I took her looking down at her phone as an opportunity to discreetly throw out the food.

"You're done already?" Nerissa said as she looked up from her phone and quirked her eyebrow at me.

Pretending to swallow a big bite of food, I smile up at her and reply, "Ya, I took a big bite so I could finish my food and start cleaning up the kitchen."

"Ya I may have made a huge mess when trying to make your breakfast. But it was all worth it, since you liked it so much!"