Eighteen ➵ z.m. [Camp NaNoWriMo November 2015]

<14> Everything is under control

     The old saying goes, you learn something new everyday, and its proving to be true as I have learned that Harry was marvelous in the kitchen. In the car Harry told me he knew his way around the kitchen, but I wasn't expecting a meal so divine. However, I could be hyping his cooking abilities seeing as the most elaborate meal that I was capable of making was instant mac and cheese.

"What else can you do that I'm not aware of?" I ask, eyeing the older British boy in suspicion. Harry laughs off my question, but I could tell that he was genuinely flattered by my good-natured teasing.

      The chicken Alfredo and garlic bread that Harry "threw together" at the last minute, surpassed every expectation that I set. Especially for a male. I don't think my mom could even put together a meal as good as this one.

"Another serving?" Harry questions. I decline as I had already downed two plates full of food, and although it tasted wondrous my stomach would protest if I had anymore.

     Harry shrugs his shoulders, and proceeds to fill his plate once more.

     As far as friends go, Harry was really the only one that I had. But so far everything between us seemed to be going well, and for that I'm grateful. I never really knew how useful a friend could be until now. Hopefully he wouldn't do something stupid anytime soon like piss off John  and end up dead, or start being really clingy with me when I clearly needed space.

"How about a movie once I finish up?" Harry proposes, before shoving another mouthful of pasta into his mouth.

     A quite night in with Harry sounded ideal. It's been a long time since I've just kicked back and relaxed watching a good movie, with good company. However I knew that more important things needed to be taken care of.

     Because of the little stunt I pulled earlier by hanging up on my mother, I knew that she was probably furious with me. Her ferocity typically wouldn't mean anything to me, but lately she has taken up a new tactic: using my father to coerce me to do her bidding.

"Raincheck?" I ask. "There's some stuff that I need to get done tonight."

     Harry nods in understanding, before offering to take me home. I accept, and after quickly rinsing off the spoiled dishes and placing them into the dishwasher we were on our way.

     Upon arriving to my complex Harry parked directly in front of the entrance, to eliminate my struggle of carrying several shopping bags up to my apartment. He offered to help me take my new belongs up, but I declined. I had bought several bags worth of stuff at the mall, but it was nothing that I couldn't handle. Plus I didn't want to waste any more of his time.   

"I'll see you later," I say to Harry as I unbuckle my seat belt. The ride from Harry's house to my apartment complex was a rather long one, but his company was enough for the time to fly by.

     I slam the car door closed, and Harry rolls down his car window reminding me to grab the painting that was laying in the trunk of his car. After thanking him and grabbing the my impulsive buy I walk into my building trying to balance all of my belongs without dropping any of them. The task proved to be a bit harder than I previously expected, but I don't bother turning back and asking Harry for his much needed assistance.

     Apparently many other people that resided in my complex were just returning home for the night as well, because the lines for the elevator were ridiculously long. My impatiences and the weight of all of my shopping bags got the best of me, and I ended up taking the stairs instead of waiting for an elevator.

     When I finally reach my apartment, I have to dig through my several shopping bags to finally locate my key ring. I was getting a little worried that I had laid my keys down at Harry's and failed to pick them up again, but I eventually found them in the shopping bag that contained my new painting.