Music to My Ears

Chapter 8•Hide

After we tested out a few songs and found one to our liking, we practiced for an hour. My fingers were calloused and red by the time we finished.

"You want to keep going?" Asked Levi, who looked like he hadn't even broken a sweat.

"Yeah sure, let's keep going." I nodded, biting past the pain as the tips of my fingers pressed against the thick strings. Levi paused, studying my face deeply. Then he sighed and stood up, stretching his arms.

"Let's go have dinner." He said, already heading towards the door. I would have fought him, but I was hella hungry. It was 6 o'clock after all, and I hadn't eaten since early noon. I hopped over to Levi into the kitchen, him unloading the groceries.

"How does stir fry sound?" He asked, keeping his eyes on the food as he unloaded.

"It sounds good." I chirped, plopping down on a stood at the island and twirled my hips around. He started pulling out spices and pans. As I watched him starting to prepare the food, I asked "Can I help with anything?"

"No." He answered flatly.

"Why not?" I pouted.

"Because you'll probably mess it up."

"I won't! I make dinner all the time."

"Easy Mac doesn't count, brat."

"Hey!" I yelled. "I make a pretty damn good Easy Mac!"

"Dork." Levi muttered, then slid over a cutting bored and a knife. "Chop up the veggies. And don't lose a finger in the process."

"Not making any promises." I smirked and started chopping the green peppers. Levi glared at me from the stove, one eye on me as I chopped the food. "Boy, you really don't trust me, huh?" I arched a brow.

"Just don't want you to get blood all over my kitchen." He said, returning both eyes on the boiling rice.

We successfully made dinner together (Well, Levi probably did most of the work) he set the food on shiny black plates. He made the food look really good, like a professional Cheif.

"This looks awesome." I said, taking a bite of my stir fry and white rice. "Holy mother of crap, this is amazing!"

Levi didn't reply to my complement, just ate his food quietly. I only smiled, enjoying my dinner. Sure as hell beat old chicken from the freezer.

"You wanna practice some more after we eat?" I asked, taking a bite of my rice.

"First we clean up, then we can." Levi said.

"You think we're going to do good on the project?" I asked. Levi took the last bite of his plate and finally met his eyes with mine.

"Don't fuck up and we will."

"Aye aye, caption." I saluted him. When we both finished out dinner we both got up from the stools, and I heard a strange noise coming from the garage.

"Oh shit." Whispered Levi.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Shut up and give me this." He ordered harshly and yanked my dirty plate out of my hand.

"What's going on-"

"I said shut up." Hissed Levi, clamping his hand over my mouth. "Listen to me. Go get your things-- wait no. Go up stairs and go to my room, it's the one on the left down the hall. Keep the door closed and don't move a fucking muscle until I get there, okay?" He stared at me with intense eyes, and for the the first time knowing him in was actually afraid and was ready to obay him. I nodded and scurried out of the kitchen.