A Summer Fling (Aris x Reader AU)

55) Bonfire Dinners

Sometime during the night, we regained power. As much as I love candles and raindrops, that means we get the stove and air conditioning back. In this place, not having the second option is asking to die of heat stroke. It'll leave you laying on the floor with all the doors in the house open. Worst of all, you can't make waffles.

"That really is an atrocity,"she stated, shaking her head at my meal.

"Well, I'm sorry I don't want to drown my breakfast in syrup,"I huffed. The day hasn't even started, and my absolutely wonderful taste is being questioned.

"And drowning it in butter is the better option?"

"I'm not a complicated guy, Y/N. Melted butter is a simple yet excellent topping. It gets the job done. And we don't have any strawberries."

"That's because blueberries are superior,"she dared to even suggest.

"Blueberries are more of a purple than blue. They're posers,"I pointed out.

"You take that back,"she demanded, standing up and slamming her hands on the table.

"No. Look me in the eyes, and tell me they aren't purple,"I argued

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were colorblind."

"That is offensive to actual colorblind people. Probably."

"You would know. You are one."

"Objection! No I'm not,"I argued, hitting my gavel on the table. When she continued to open her mouth on stand anyway, the audience spoke out.

"They're a bluish purple, and your waffles are gettin' cold."

Accepting the truce since food is way better anyways, we both took a seat. I cut up another perfectly buttered piece as she added more syrup. I'm pretty sure she's killed the thing. It's drowning in a sticky substance, pleading and gasping for freedom. Making every second of its life hell, she took a bite.

"I have to go to my friend's tonight. I'm helpin' her with something,"she explained, adding a letter to her scrabble in the newspaper.

"Which friend?"

"Mary. So I guess I'll be with her husband too. He kind of comes with her."

I've never really heard of a person being described as an accessory, but there's a first time for everything. I guess there are worse things to be seen as though.

"You two can feed yourselves, right?"she checked.

"Of course."
"As long as cookies count."

"Ya' have to stop talkin' at the same time like that,"she insisted, turning the page of her newspaper. Brutus perked up at the sound, pawing at her knee.

Picking up mine and her empty plates, I took them over to the sink. Y/N adjusted the straps of her shirt before already making her way over to the door. Her hand was on it as she looked at me, waiting for me to finish rinsing off the dishes. I heard her rock back and forth on her boots, waiting a little less than patiently.

"Okay, okay. I'm done,"I folded, placing them in the sink. She opened the door before I even turned around, stepping into the outside. I followed her out only to be hit in the face with humidity the second my foot touched the porch. The rain had left a dampness like no other. The air was warm, pricking my skin, but the sun still had clouds in front of it.

"I'm gonna get there first,"she bet, jumping off the stairs. When she took off running, I quickly followed, refusing to go down without a fight. The ground was squishy from the rain that had mixed the dirt into mud. It was a hazard, grabbing at my ankles and trying to twist me onto it.