Fire's Sense Of Humor

Chapter 11

(Sam)

 The heat from the stove blasted my face making it momentarily hard to breath, I could tell Mika was getting fed up with the soups I'm forced to eat do to my throat so I was in the middle of cooking two dinners. One for everyone else, and one for me. Though I haven't started on mine yet.

 I pulled the spoon from the ice cream and shoveled the icy goodness into my mouth before turning back to the oven. The beeper went off alerting me that chicken was done. I pulled on the oven mits and set the cooked chicken on the counter. I felt eyes on me.

 I lifted my head and met the curious eyes of my brother William, he looked down at the chicken then back up at me. "You can cook?" I felt my mouth and said yes but no sound followed, I closed my mouth and flinched. I nodded at him insted, his hands rested on the counter as he watched me check the chicken."Did mom teach you?" I froze and looked up at him, his eyes locked on the food before looking up to meet my gaze.

 I pulled out a pen and paper from the counter too the mitten off with my teeth while I scribble on the paper. No, I had to teach myself, mom never came home intime for dinner if she came home at all. Her mind set fell when dad died.

 I passed the paper to him and shoved the mitten back on and turned to the oven again to pull out the potatoes. Cutting one open to make sure they were cooked right, I smiled at it and pulled the others out as well. Cooking for more than three people was enjoyable.

 "Sam." I glanced up at Will, he held the plates out for me. "Can you teach me?" I smiled at him, I nodded and grabbed the silverware. I dropped the knives and forks on the plates and turned him to the table. He eagerly set it while I carried the food out and placed in the middle, I then turned around and headed back into the kitchen. William followed nearly hopping up and down.

 I pulled the stuff for chicken noodle soup, home made style, and layed it out. I pushed Will gently to the sink and waited until he washed his hands. For a 13 year old he looks quite old, not to mention he seems like a quiet boy. When he finished that at tossed him the towel that sat on my shoulder and pulled a large kitchen knife out. He stood next to me as I showed him how thin the cut the celery.

 Luke came into the kitchen and saw Will and me cutting the things I needed for my soup. He reached in and took one of the carrots from Will's hand "H-hey! I need that!" I turned around abruptly and pointed the tip of my knife to his face, he froze.

 I plucked the carrot from his hand and pointed to the door, he looked at it then at me "Its my house, I can be in the kitchen when I want." I squinted at him and reached down grabbing his package in a tight grip, twisting ever so slightly. He grunted and leaned forward "Okay! I'm out I'm out!" I smiled and kissed his cheek before letting go. He covered his crotch and shifted "Damn, you are a dangerous man." I rose an eyebrow at him and he left the kitchen in a hurry.

 "You seem really close with them." I glanced at Will as pour the broth into a pot and turn the fire on boil. I place the noodles in and nod to him. He smiled at me when he finished what I had told him to do. "I never got to cook at the orphanage. When I thought of mom and you I got jealous, you could learn from her. I'd never have that bonding experiance with her that you got."

 He paused and looked at the scar on my eye "When I heard what she did to you though, that jealousy vanished and I was kinda glad she didn't keep us. I mean, she tried to b-burn you alive. Who knows what she'd have done if we were there." I flinched as the image of a glass bottle flying at my face flashed into my head.

 I rubbed the now throbbing scar, she hadn't been home for days and the first thing she does when she sees me is thoughs a bottle at my face. Katie suddenly flew into the room and latched onto my leg, Jace ran in after her. She was butt naked.