My favourite month November [Romantic Comedy]

Chapter Eight

It was the worst day in my whole entire life. I should of just left him outside with Mark, which I really was considering by the end of the day. Charlie wouldn’t stop telling me that he loved me, and that he knew I loved him before he even asked. Blah, blah blah. I tried drinking my cup of tea, peacefully, but he wouldn’t quit bragging.

He’s probably aka most definitely just happy about it all, and that what he felt for me wasn’t wasted, but honestly, a girl needs her rest occasionally, which was now for my case.

Charlie must of realized I was getting a little frustrated, so he started apologizing, which made it worse.

“I’m having a shower” I had said, he looked at me with apologetic eyes. “Please don’t be angry with me, I am sorry...” 

“I’m cooking dinner” I had said, he sighed. “I am sorry.”

Etc.

What made it good though was that halfway through cooking our dinner he took over, so I could quietly relax on the couch. Hopefully he’s a good cook, I thought.

“Its ready” he said, serving it on plates. I burst out laughing when I saw burnt toast on the kitchen bench, a buttered knife, a dirty plate, a hot plate, a saucepan, spillage of ingredients, puddle of oil on the floor and rotten banana squashed onto to a plate... Though it didn’t turn me off of our meal.

A delicious looking vegetable stir-fry awaited for us on the dining table, if looks could kill I’d be in trouble right now... Then again, why would I? Its not like a vegetable can hurt you by looking at you, and in fact, how would you know if it is looking at you or not... Babble, babble blah.

When I sat down, a thought occurred my mind. Why was there a banana on the bench in the first place, unless he was planning to poison me with it in our stir-fry.

Noticed I’ve been saying ‘our’ or ‘us’ ? You haven’t? Then Its all good, mate, forget this conversation ever happened between us.

The food was delicious, though I was a little in pain because I started choking. “You okay?” He asked, a worried expression going across his face. “Ch-choke...Choking” I stuttered, it must of been a cube or such of broccoli caught in my throat, and wouldn’t go down.

Um, Charlie? I just said I was choking... Mouth to mouth please. I’m joking, pfft, like I’d ask him that...

He got up and went around the long table, patting me on the back. 

I absolutely hate it when people pat/smack my back, cause the food comes out of my mouth and normally into my hand.

“St...Stop” I cried out just as the broccoli came flying out and onto the dinner plate.

And here comes the flood of apology’s again.

“I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to... I’m sorry, forgive me?” 

Right, just ignore the fact I literally vomited up a piece of food for anyone to see on my plate. 

Authors Note: My head is a little tired, so this one is short. Hope you enjoyed it, and don’t forget to comment, vote and ‘add to library’.