Bam went my heart

8. Hoodie

"Hi there, another study session?" His mom asks me, inviting me inside. I nod to her. "He's still at football practice," she adds. "You want some tea while you wait?"

"Of course," I responded, walking into the kitchen. "Are these blueberry muffins?" I ask, taking a seat at the bar stool on the kitchen island.

I see her pull out a book, looking closer; it's an album book. "What's this?" I ask her with a frown.

She grins, "It's Chase when he was a baby." She adds, "I decided to show you some funny ones." She flips to a page.

Aww, its baby Reed.

Cute baby Reed

Baby Reed is in a diaper with food all over his chair and himself. I laugh at that one; he seems like the kind to do something like throw food everywhere.

We looked through a couple more pictures. He was getting his head stuck in the cracks of a couch and eating a watermelon, which was very messy.

"These muffins are really good; are they homemade?" I asked while taking a bite. If I could have an unlimited supply of blueberry muffins, I would fall in love.

"They are. I decided to bake them since we haven't been home lately. I miss baking. It's like therapy." I laugh at that; they have been away, which makes me sad for Reed.

Doesn't he care that his parents are more not home than at home? I'm very grateful my parents are able to be home and spend time with me.

It makes me a little sad that I don't spend enough time with them.

"I wish I could cook like you," I respond back. Her food is like a chef's five-star meal. I can cook decently, but I use recipes, and no matter how many times I make the food, I seem to forget the recipes right after.

"Perhaps Reed could teach you; you guys are getting friendly, no?" I chuckle at that. "I guess so."

Wait, Reed can cook?

"Reed cooks?" I question her, and she looks back at me with a smile on her face.

"Of course, as a child, whenever we were home, he would always want to help me cook dinner." She adds "He never mentioned it to you?"

"No, ma, I never mentioned it." I hear a voice belonging to Reed call out from the entry. I spin back around, facing him.

"Why are you looking at my baby pictures?" He looks at his mom, then at me, with a frown on his face. "They are pretty funny, Reed." I laugh, pointing at a picture open on the counter. His face when he got wet by the sprinkler.

He looks over my shoulder, his frown getting deeper when he sees the picture.

He gets a hold of my wrist. "All right, that's enough." He chuckles and helps me up from the stool. "We're going to study, ma," he calls out to her.

"I'm going for a quick shower. You can wait on my bed, make yourself at home." He tells me before going to the bathroom.

I hear the shower turn on, bored. I look around the room to see if there's anything that could cure my boredom.

I try to solve a Rubix cube up on his shelf; I've never actually completed a Rubix cube in my life. Why not try?

Single ladies

Ash: Anybody free to ft?

Laney: I'm down

Me: I can for a minute

Our group chat name might be cringy, but we've had it since 7th grade, when we all got a phone and single ladies by Beyonce were playing on the radio.

It's too iconic to change now, almost 7 years later. I join the FaceTime call, and Delaney is ranting about some guy she saw in the parking lot of the grocery.