P. H. A. S. E

PHASE 10: a chef in my house.

I always felt as rotten as hell anytime I had an argument with Alvin.  It just kills my muse and vibe . Knowing he is upset with me for something wrong I did tears me up. Plus we both are at fault. He is the one being well... Alvin.

If I could let my pride down and apologize.

I threw my self on the swing chair in my rooms balcony after picking up mom's diary. I wasn't feeling good. The sadness and agony I was feeling was abnormally overwhelming.

Drake called back like he promised saving my tears from breaking free.

"Hey. I just got home." I heard his car door slam. "How are you feeling now?"

"Bad... Stupid." I muttered blinking away my tears.

"Uhh.... Wow. Sorry about that. Is it something you want to talk about?"

Dang! "It is nothing..." Telling him about Alvin's argument sounded stupid. I couldn't just let him know how much Alvin hated him for a reason left unsaid.

"What cheers you up when you feel this way?"

"Uhmmm... Homemade foreign recipes with mum... It helps me all the time. Especially when we are battling to get it right after joggling through hundreds of tutorials." We always get it right but not so right.

"Okay. Pick a dish you want." He sounded as confident as a ginnie.

"Pineapple salsa and huli huli chicken." That was meant to be mum's next cuisine tryout but...

"What? Is that even a thing?" His cute and simple laugh made my stomach swirl and my face red.

"Yeah... I have eaten it once. It's a Hawaiian cuisine." The other end of the phone went flat for two seconds before I heard his soft laugh again.

"Ahh, I have found it. Send me your house address. I am coming over after a brief grocery shopping."

"What?!"

"We are going to be trying out the recipe."

"You are crazy." I giggled feeling lighter than I was moments ago. "We don't want to die of food poisoning."

"Even if I do, the only thing I can currently think of adding on my bucket list is doing a cuisine tryout with Erika Sinclair."

I could feel the giddiness the butterflies in my stomach caused as I reasoned his words.

"I swear, I will make sure I hunt you if I die." I joked still surprised at how my voice wasn't affected by the way I felt.

"I will be by your side in the afterlife, silly. We could also run a kitchen there since everyone there can't die again." We both laughed at how ridiculous we sounded. I could not help but feel the synchrony.

"I will text the address... And also search for antipoison."

We laughed again as I shyly swinged with my chair waiting for his response.

"Trust me Erie... I will not kill us."

No one! I repeat— NO ONE

No one had ever shortened my name to Erie before. Especially in the sexiest french asset.

Drake Murphy was driving me crazy.

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Drake was serious. He arrived at my house with groceries in the trunk of his Toyota truck.

He insisted on carrying everything while I led him to where the cooking magic happens.