Ron and I entered Sarah's house after a relaxing few minutes of being on the porch swing. Sarah, of course, was in the kitchen, reading a novel. Her usual friendliness greeted us with a cheerful smile and a "Hello, boys."
"Hi, Sarah," I smiled at her, happy that at least some people are still kind these days.
"Carl, Ron told me that you weren't feeling good. I got you these from the doctor," she handed me a bottle of pills.
"They're fever reducers and pain relievers. She said you should take two," she got up and filled a glass of water and handed it to me.
"You didn't have to do that. We should save it for something more important, I don't need this. But, thank you," I handed her the pills and water back.
"Are you sure? I don't want you feeling sick," she said, concerned.
"I'm sure." I smiled and stepped a little closer to Ron.
"Can we try making dinner?" I said. Ron looked at me, puzzled.
"You want to make dinner?" he questioned.
"Hey, we can at least try. I've helped make dinner with my mom before. And plus, I've done nothing useful today. It sounds fun," I said, smiling a little.
"Well, it could be fun. And, it might help Sarah," he smiled at her.
"Hey, I'm all for it. Go ahead, just wash your hands and don't burn anything. I'll be in the living room. Tell me when you're done," she said, picked up her book, smiled, and went to the living room.
"What are we going to make?" he asked.
"I saw that some vegetables grew. We can try cooking those," I went out the door and Ron followed me to the garden.
"Want to try potatoes?" he asked and got on his knees by the row of plants.
"We can try," I started digging with my hands and so did Ron. We got five potatoes.
Then we picked a head of lettuce and a few tomatoes. We walked back into the house just as afternoon turned into sunset.
We placed all the vegetables on the counter and we washed our hands.
"Alright, here's what we can do with the food. We can make baked potatoes and the rest can be a salad," I said to him.
"Here's the problem, Carl. I have no idea how to cook," he laughed.
"Well, you can make the salad. Just wash and cut," I smiled and picked up the potatoes and washed them in the sink. Then Ron washed the lettuce and the tomatoes.
I wrapped the potatoes in the little foil we had and put them on a cookie sheet. I put them in the oven and turned it on.
"Ow!" Ron dropped the knife on the counter and put his finger in his mouth.
"You can't even cut potatoes," I said and laughed.
"Ha ha. Harder than it looks," he said, smirking.
"I bet it is. I'll get you a band-aid," I reached up to the cabinet and pulled one out of the box.
I told him to wash his hands and I put the band-aid on his finger. He made a comment about how clumsy he was and laughed.
We finished making the salad together and I pulled the potatoes out of the oven and opened the foil a little.
"Oh man, those look good," Ron watched as the steam rose from the food.
"They really do. But they'll be pretty plain, we obviously have no butter or sour cream, just salt," I said and pulled out some plates from the cabinet.
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new beginnings
Fanfictioncarl's life seemed like it finally was worth living when he arrived in alexandria. but of course, right when he thinks everything has finally became normal, he meets ron. and now his whole world has changed. this most certainly isn't your average lo...
