After we ate, I helped Jeremiah doing the dishes. Jay would wash it and I would dry it. It's funny how we always kind of separated the work we had to do. We made a great team actually.
'I wanted to say thank you for taking me here. This place is beautiful.' I said.
'It was my pleasure.' He turned around and looked at me with a cute smile.
For like the millionth time, Jeremiah is actually anything but tough as a nail. This guy is just genuinely nice and easy going. I always have a good time with him. I think I was staring at him for too long.
Before I knew it, Jeremiah was now really close. I just knew he was going for a kiss. I saw him slowly approaching his face to mine. Now, all I had to do was close my eyes. So, I closed them. Or more specifically I clenched them shut.
It's not that I don't like him. I just only see him as my friend, so that would be weird to kiss your friend. Right?
And then out of nowhere I heard something fall and land on Jeremiah's face. I heard him say a variety pf impressive curse words.
I opened my eyes and there he was, wondering what the hell happened... With ketchup in his hair. He looked at the ceiling in disbelief and he saw the ketchup that was stuck to it.
I wanted to laugh so bad, but I restrained myself. I also feel bad. But at the same time: this is hilarious.
'That would be my fault.' I admitted shyly.
'What did you do?' He asked, but I could feel he was still a little confused.
'Um... The ketchup just jumped out of the bottle and stuck to the ceiling.'
Now his face was even more confused.
'It just... jumped out?'
'Technically yes. I guess it's the air pressure in the bottle or something. I am not expert or anything. You know what I mean?' I tried to explain, and as I was talking I saw Jeremiah reaching for the mustard bottle.
'Oh yes, I do understand.' He said as he was slowly flipping open the cap of the bottle.
What the hell. I looked at him, totally weirded out about his calm behaviour. He looked at me, but I could see a disturbing glint in his eyes.
'What are you doing, Jay?' I asked with worry in my voice.
'Getting revenge.' He simply answered in a calm scary voice.
He slowly lifted the mustard bottle over my head and he looked down at me.
'Do you have any lasts words to say?'
'If you do this, you will regret it.'
'It's a chance I am willing to take.'
Jeremiah squeezed the bottle of mustard over my head and I could feel the yellow substance slowly landing on my face. I clenched my eyes. This is disgusting, but I guess this is better than ketchup falling from the ceiling and landing directly on your head.
Before Jeremiah continued pouring mustard on my head, I quickly reached for the ketchup bottle and squeezed it in his face.
'Oh no you didn't!' He exclaimed as he rubbed the ketchup off his cheeks and mouth. I took that chance to make a run for it. I was now on the other side of the counter.
Jeremiah tried to shoot at me and I avoided it. He went around the counter. Damn he is fast. I almost didn't have time to reach the other side of the counter.
'We could run around like this all day.' I said.
'I doubt that. I'm going to get you.'
I laughed and he took that as an opportunity to jump over the counter and land on my side. We were standing right in front of each other.
