Wasting electricity.

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"Welcome home, Mr. Linfield and Miss. Alford." We were greeted by Scott, the fifty year old head butler.

"Where's everyone else?" Greg says, looking side to side.

"We have been ordered to finish early during the time Mrs. and Mr. Linfield are overseas." He states. "I'm here to inform you before I leave."

That means from now on, every night till aunty and unce return, I'm going to be alone with this... thing!? NOOOOOOO! Lord save me. I was crying inside but my face remained blank.

"Okay, you can go now." Greg says calmly but with clear irritation on his face.

After Scott disappears, Greg bangs the wall, mumbling to himself, "This is all planned out by mom. I am so sure."

I slowly snuck away upstairs into my room and quickly closed my door, avoiding catastrophe downstairs.

I finished off some homework and got ready to shower. After showering, I was planning to relax some more but remembered that Greg CANNOT cook at all. I sat there, fighting myself internally before deciding that I could cook him food as thanks for staying in his house. Yeah.... I like that reason. 

I head downstairs and prepared dinner. I knocked on his door nervously, waiting for him to answer.

"Come in", Greg says bluntly.

I walk into his room to see Greg half naked, putting his shirt on. I controlled myself and calmly told him that dinner was ready downstairs.

He stayed silent for a moment "It's fine. I'll just have takeout."

"That's not healthy." I tell him. "Besides, it's already prepared. It'll get cold."

"Since when have you cared about me? I thought I was an embarrassment. Well, sorry to be so embarrassing, Miss. I'm top f*cking shit. Don't forget you once liked me. In fact, you probably still d-..." He snaps at me but stops at the end. Since when have I cared about him!? Is he f*cking ignorant or just dumb? I was staring at the ground, trying not to cry. I had to hold it in. I cooked him food out of the fact that I KNEW he couldn't cook. He went too far.

"Sorry to be a bother." I looked up and smiled at him. "Food's going to get cold so come down quick, okay?"

I closed his door and ran downstairs, bursting into tears. It hurt. His words hurt. It hurt because I still like him and because I still like him, I couldn't retaliate. I'm such an idiot.

I sat down at the table and started eating the Carbonara I made while wiping my tears.

"Stupid." I stabbed the fork hard into the pasta.

Not long after, Greg walked in awkwardly, rubbing his neck and sat down, eating his share.

"Uh-" He says.

"What?" I snap at him sharply.

"Thanks", He says, not making eye contact. "For the food."

I stayed silent and ate quickly. I put my plate and fork into the dishwasher and went to the living room.

Sitting on the couch, I went on my phone to talk to Francis, hoping he would cheer me up.

I wish you were here with me...-Dana.

DING DING

Everyone wants me to be with me ;) -Francis.

I weakly smiled at his reply.

Stupid. -Dana.

You're stupid. Make up your mind. Are you trying to be romantic or mean? :/ -Francis.

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