This was a therapeutic chain of events.

NINETEEN

I didn't go downstairs for the rest of the day. Brendon had pissed me off and I didn't want to talk to him, which wasn't new. It was 5:13pm and I hadn't eaten all day. I also hadn't eaten yesterday, apart from the nachos we got yesterday night, nachos and fries were always my go to munchy food whenever I got stoned, or the day before that. Sometimes my body could last days on drugs, gum, cigarettes and coffee. But after my recent activities in New York, my body was craving food, any kind of food. I was ridiculously hungry, that hunger you get when every emotion just makes you even hungrier. But I was too fucking proud to go down and get something, otherwise I would break my ice barrier, the one I had been building since I was 14.

Brendon's P.O.V

I didn't talk to Ronnie for the rest of the day. I was pissed at her for starters, and I didn't even want to talk to her, which was new. It was 5:13pm and Ronnie hadn't eaten anything all day, or yesterday as far as I know, and the only nutrition she had back in New York, was pumped through a bag. Her body can't just last on drugs, gum, cigarettes and coffee, and after her recent activities in New York, I'm surprised she hasn't collapsed. I was making dinner, normally Sarah cooks, but tonight I told her to get out of the house, one because I could see how weird and awkward this whole situation could be for her. So she went out with friends and is gonna stay the night. I was happy, just because my life's on hold for the minute, doesn't mean hers has to be.

I was cooking tomato pasta, because well to be honest that's all I could really cook, well at least. And hopefully it would fill Ronnie up so she doesn't have to sit in her room and starve like the stubborn teenager she is. Like I was.

Once it was ready and I had put out the dish cloth I set alight, I walked up to Ronnie's room and knocked on her door. There was about 30 seconds between me knocking and her small blonde frame appearing at the door way.

"What?" She said, well nice to know nothings changed.

"Dinners ready." I spoke, putting on a small smile towards her, but I'm pretty sure she knew it was sarcastic. She stared down at the floor for a second, before looking back up at me, completely avoiding my eye contact.

"I'm not hungry." She mumbled, and then as if on cue, her stomach made the most ear deafening sound I'm pretty sure a stomach could make and she clasped her hand over her stomach in order to hide it. I let out a quiet scoff before making my way back downstairs.

"Really? You might wanna tell your stomach that." I said Jogging down the stairs, I knew she couldn't not eat anything, and I was right, less that 10 seconds later I heard her walked down the stairs, admitting her defeat.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the plates from the side, setting them down opposite each other at the dining table. I didn't know that I was being watched, until I turned around and saw Ronnie leaning up against the doorway to the living room, watching my every move intently. Her eyes were piercing and I tried to ignore them by keeping myself busy. After a moment she looked away and began walking over.

"Where's your wife." She said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, emphasising the word 'wife'.

"Out, it's just you and me tonight." I saw her roll her eyes out the corner of my eye and mumble a 'great' under her breathe. I decided just to ignore it, as confronting her gets me nowhere.

A few minutes after she slumped down in her seat, she grabbed a fork and began pushing the pasta around the plate, I leant my elbows on the table and brought my knuckles up to my mouth, narrowing my eyes and furrowing my brow.

She took one mouthful and I almost felt accomplished, like now I had physically seen her eat something, I wasn't failing so much. After I saw her take a bite, I began eating mine azswq straight after. There was silence for the majority of the start of the meal. I was trying to think of things to bring up in conversation, but nothing came to mind.