Life is better with you! (remastered) (G/T story)

Kitchen Nightmare

I pull the shirt over my head and flick my hair out of the collar. Then I tie up the red converse that go so well with the flannel jacket I'm wearing. To be honest I look like the stereotypical teenage lumber jack.

It's been a few days staying with Samantha. It's been uneventful to be honest and I'll take the full blame too. Every time Samantha asked if I want to do something. Go into town or grab a bite, I always say no. Can you blame me though? Everything in the city is made for giants, not humans.

I'd say the only exciting that has been completely mapping out the house. And there's way more exits then I expected, which is a good thing. The only problem is that when I get close to the doors leading to the outside world, an alarm goes off and everyone in the house alarmed to come find me.

I've set it off several times alrighty and I got to say it's the most annoying thing I've ever experienced. It's a good thing to note though.

It can come as a good distraction when escaping. Luring everyone to one exit while I slip out the back? Genius! Now all I need to do is execute it! But when?

This escaping thing is going to be harder then I thought. I think to myself.

I walk over to the railing of the loft and look down at everything that's been given to me on a silver platter. These last couple of days have been good, no, great. Samantha and some of the workers here treat me fairly. I'm also allowed to do whatever I want., except leave unless someone is standing over me.

Why even go through hassle of escaping? My subconscious asks me.

This one stupid thought has been pleaguing my mind since I've gotten here. It won't leave no matter how hard I try evade it.

A couple raps on the wall tells me that Samantha is here to pick me up for breakfast. The only time I do something with her is when it time to eat. Sure I can always cook my own food, they aren't five meals.

"Caesar, hurry up!" Samantha says. "Gina is making pancakes."

I haven't lived here long enough to understand how good Gina's cooking is. Gina hasn't been the one cooking for these last couple of days though. Jerome is a good cook, but I haven't seen Samantha get excited about his cooking.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." I say, walking down the steps to the front door.

Samantha, in shorts and a loose t-shirt, is kneeling down with her hand is laid out flat. She has an excited look on her face. This pancakes must be to die for something. I've never seen her so excited.

So when I see that excitement, I walk as slow as possible to her hand.

Samantha huffs and plucks me off the ground. "You're a dick sometimes, you know that." She tells me as she sets me down on her shoulder.

"I've been called worse." I say.

We walk down the steps and right into the dinning room. An old woman is setting the table. She looks up from what she's doing when we walked in. She smiles warmly and has her arms held out for a hug.

Samantha doesn't hesitate and rushes over to the woman. She gives the old lady a hug while I grip the exposed bra strap to hold on.

"It's good to see you again." Samantha mutters, squeezing the older woman a little tighter.

Samantha pulls away from the hug and gestures to me sitting on her shoulder.

"Granny Gina, this is Caesar," Samantha explains. "Caesar this is Gina... the woman who basically raised me."

I get it now. Samantha doesn't care about the pancakes, she cares about her grandmother or godmother. To be honest they look nothing alike, but who am I to judge.