Sweater Weather

Chapter Three

I was still at Ryan's house. He had gotten out of the shower and we were just finishing up our project. I could leave! Though to be honest, I kind of didn't want to anymore...
             No! Elizabeth, listen to yourself, he probably butters up all the girls like this. And I'm no piece of bread, if anything I'm a bagel! (I realize that you can butter a bagel but I think you get my point)
              I looked at my watch, though I didn't really need to see the time, I just wanted something to do. "I better get going." I stood up and starting packing my stuff.
             "Are you sure you don't want to stay a little longer? My parents are out of town and I don't really like being alone." I looked down at Ryan and I'm going to be honest with you, I almost debated staying.
           "No, I really got to go," I walked over to the coat rack and started putting my coat on,"I have stuff to do and my mom is probably waiting for me."
           "Ok." Ryan stood up and walked to the window peeking behind the curtain "but I think you're going to have a difficult time considering that all the roads are closed."
"What?"
"Come see." I walked over to the window to see my car tire deep in a flash flood.
"Great! Just...great." I said.
"That's ok, I didn't want you to leave anyway. But you might want to text your parents and tell them first." Ryan walked over to the sofa flipping the hem of his shirt down(can't sit still, see- what did I tell you)
I walked over and sat at the opposite side of the L shaped couch. As I texted my mom, I could see out of the corner of my eye Ryan staring at me.
"May I help you with something?" I asked as I looked up. I caught his eye just as he was trying to turn away.
       "No... No," he suddenly seemed extremely involved in the football game.
       "Do you have any food?" I asked, I was starving. "I didn't eat lunch." I said trying to make me sound better, though I knew I was failing and frankly I didn't care.
       "I don't think we have anything made."
        "That's okay. Can I use your kitchen?"
         He shrugged. "What's in there, you can use."
        I slowly got up and walked into the kitchen. My mom taught me how to cook when I was 3 and I've been making my own creations since I was 5.  My grandma loves my cooking, she says I could whip bobby flay's "patootie".
           "Hey, do you think you could make dinner for two?" I looked up to see Ryan at the breakfast bar, smirking. I couldn't help but smile and I think he noticed because he burst into a full out grin.
          "Yeah, sure"
           He walked up next to me, looking at the ingredients I had placed on the island. "How can I help?" He asked rubbing his hands together.
"Have you cooked before?" I asked skeptically.
"Nope." He said smiling even bigger as he looked down at me.
"Well, I was thinking of making a chicken Alfredo pasta with some red pepper poppers as the side."
I looked up at Ryan and his eyes were wide open and his lips in a pouting face.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh nothing! I just have no clue what the hell you are talking about," He said as he went to the sink to wash his hands, " but it sounds delicious, so let's get started."
I picked up some chicken and started marinating it. "Can you marinate the other one while I make the red pepper stuffing?" I asked as I moved onto the bowl of peppers in front of me.
           I was just gutting the green peppers for the shell of the poppers when I looked over at Ryan barely sprinkling the marinade on the chicken breast.
           "No, no, no," I say as I carefully remove his hands from the chicken, "this is how you do it, see?" I continued marinating the chicken when suddenly I felt a pair of muscular arms reach around either side of me and gently place their hands on top of mine.
        "Get your hands off me you big gulub." I said it sort of joking and he finally got the memo as he didn't remove his hands from mine.
        I eventually moved out of his grasp so I could finish the poppers," seriously I need to get the poppers in the oven." I said gently laughing and placing the poppers on a tray.
       Then I realized... What are you doing Elizabeth!?! You're being sucked in and that is NOT supposed to happen! I quickly changed my mood and focused more on cooking.
       Ryan would give the occasional wink, smirk, and snide comment but other than that he was a pretty good cooking partner.
      Once the poppers stuffing was done, Ryan helped me stuff the peppers and it was all very quiet and relaxing... Then a piece of poppers stuffing hit me straight on the face.
        I turned towards him, my mouth in a perfect o. He was doubling over laughing as he pointed his catapult at me(a spoon). I immediately made my mouth a completely straight line as I grabbed a scoop and threw it, totally catching him off guard.
        Now it was my turn to double over in laughter, but his reaction was much faster than mine as he grabbed two handfuls and wrapped me in a bear hug, smearing it all over my back.(I had gotten hot and taken off the hoodie, I was now just wearing a tank top so the stuffing smeared on my bare skin)
       Before we knew it, all the stuffing was gone and so was half of the pasta. We were cracking up laughing but the whole kitchen looked like the foods had been at war.
       "I think you need some new new clothes you klutz," he said looking down at me.
      "You started it!" I screamed like a kindergartner. He laughed at me and went to go find some towels.
     "Can I just get a shower?" I asked as he came back around the corner.
       "And trudge all that gunk through the house? I don't think so. Come here," he said as he picked me up by my waist and sat me on the counter.
        "What do you think you're doing?" I asked smiling down at him slightly confused.
        "I'm cleaning you, be grateful because you look disgusting!" He said as he scrunched up his nose and started wiping pasta off my legs.
          "I can do that you know?" I said bending over his head, inspecting how he wiped off my legs with 7,000 different paper towels.
        "I got it." He said with a smirk.
        "How about I order a pizza instead?" I offer.
          "That sounds great. But we should cook together more often, it's way more fun!" He said as he starting wiping my face off. I scrunched my nose and shut my eyes tight so that no pasta or stuffing could get in. I felt the towel leave my face and I was about to open my eyes when I felt a small peck on my nose.
               My eyes shot open as I watched Ryan walking around the corner with all the dirty towels.
               Did he just kiss me?

Ooooo!!! Cliff-hanger! Joking I'm lame 😂! Third chapter down, and more to come...
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August 25th, 2015
Penny<3