Leaving Home (On Hold)

Chapter 6

                Over the next few days, I was slowly going out of my mind. The guys’ schedules were all messed up and there was no telling when they’d be home, which meant I was basically on my own for the most part. I had already gone through and cleaned the house four times so now there wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere in the place. The guys seemed to appreciate it though. They also seemed to appreciate the fact that I could cook, since none of them could. Seriously, they were the type that actually burned Spaghetti-O’s while heating them up. Once they told me all they ate was fast food and take out, I decided to put an end to it. I mean, the food tasted good and all, but it was so unhealthy for you.

That’s how I found myself wandering around the grocery store ten minutes from the house, looking for something to cook for dinner. I was torn between spaghetti and homemade pizza. I always made sure to make stuff that would still taste good heat up since I never knew when they guys were going to walk through the door.

“You look like you’re pretty deep in thought,” a deep, slightly familiar, male voice commented from my side as I stared at the contents of the shelf, trying to decide what to buy.

Looking up, I saw that guy from Jesse’s party standing next to me, a small smirk on his lips. Now that the lighting wasn’t dimmed, I got a better look at him. If I had thought he was handsome at the party, he looked even better now that I could actually see him. His hair and facial features would make any girl swoon, but his muscles would make them downright faint. He wasn’t one of those overly muscled body builder types, but you could definitely tell he worked out. Every movement he made, his muscles tensed and shifted beneath his skin and I couldn’t help but stare.

“Like what you see?” he asked arrogantly, his smirk growing.

“The body? Yes. The attitude? Hell no,” I answered before once again focusing my attention on the shelf in front of me.

Instead of a cocky comeback like I expected, he threw his head back and laughed. His entire face lit up when he laughed, exposing dimples on either side of his mouth. His laugh, like his voice, was deep and I found that I really liked it.

“I like you. I’m Cooper, by the way,” he said once he calmed down and caught his breath.

“Kaysie,” I answered, not taking my eyes off the shelf. I was really starting to get annoyed with myself. I mean, how hard was it to choose between spaghetti and pizza?

“What sounds better? Spaghetti or pizza?” I asked before Cooper had a chance to say anything else.

“Pizza. Why?” he answered automatically with a quizzical look on his face.

“I can’t decide whether to make spaghetti or pizza for dinner,” I answered.

“Pizza. Definitely pizza,” he repeated with a firm nod.

I decided to take his advice and started grabbing what I needed from the shelves. When I was done with that, I started walking to the refrigerated section to grab the cheese and the pepperoni. Cooper, for some reason, decided to follow.