A Foreign Touch

Kumla! {5}

                                               Ryan's POV

     After that short, but sweet, talk with Daniel, I walked down the stairs into the mudroom to pick up my scattered school supplies. I picked up my book bag, hung it up, grabbed my jacket, hung that up as well, finally, I walked into the kitchen to do my first chore. I had to clean up the kitchen. Not that anyone would notice, but I was an absolute clean freak. Since my father was almost always at work, and my mother almost always out with her friends, I had no one to watch over me, to talk to. I first started with the dishes. How can someone possibly make that many dirty dishes I one night?! One by one, I put them into the dishwasher. Next, the counters. I wet a dishrag from the sink and started to wipe off the counters. It's honestly really satisfying to clean the kitchen. It's worth the work. Finally, the floors. I swiftly walk into the mudroom to grab the broom. I walk back with a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other. I make wide stokes of the broom to collect all of the dust. When all the rubbish on the floor is in one pile, I place the dustpan on the floor. Sweep all of the remainders into the dustpan and dump it into the trashcan across from me. Done, I say to myself, now time to relax.

     I plop myself into a comfortable position on the couch. I stretch my arm across the couch to grab the TV remote. I turn on the television with a click and a flash. I casually surf through the channels when I find the show I'm looking for. Supernatural. I might not seem like I'd watch but I kinda may watch it in secret. I kind of feel like it might ruin my reputation, ya know, the one I don't have. But I honestly don't care. I like being alone. But it's really weird because I always put myself out there since I'm a major drama freak. I guess you could call me an introvert.

     The TV gets my undivided attention for at least an hour before the next show comes on. I groan and turn off the TV. By the time I got up into my room once more, it was 6:04. Well, I guess I have to walk all the way down stairs to make supper, then walk all the way back up to my room to eat, then walk all the back down the stairs to wash my plate. Ugh, so much work, but it's so worth it! I trudge my body down the stairs, again, and pull out my phone to find a recipe for my supper, when I notice, someone liked my photo on Instagram. Who could it be? I quickly type in my passcode and open Instagram. Someone called.... @matthwatson . Could it be? And to my surprise, it was Matt, the boy I knocked into. I just smile and put my phone down.

     Really, Ryan, you need to stop. He's just being nice. Let it be, dude. You're making it weird. AND you're straight to top it all off. But, he was so kind to him, well, for the most part. You know what? I'm done arguing with myself.

                                                        Matt's POV

     It was around 6:00 when my mom got up from our conversation and began cooking dinner. I walked up to my room to grab my phone and headphones. I sat up on my bed and began scrolling through Instagram. As I was scrolling, I wondered if Ryan had an account. I looked up Ryan M. I didn't know any more than his last initial. I was looking through the countless accounts of Ryan M. when I saw his face with a little dog. That's definitely him! I clicked on his profile and saw he only had 62 followers. All of them drama students. As I was, totally not creepily, looking through the countless photos I found one of him and his dog. Aww! It's adorable! I marveled. Should I like it? Would that be weird? Nah, it's not weird, right? Just a stranger that knocked you over in a hallway and talked to for like 2 minutes liking a random photo of yours. Yep, it's definitely weird. I continued debating with myself for about another minute or so when I finally liked the picture. I sighed with relief.

     "Matthew! Dinner is ready!" I heard my mom holler from downstairs.

     "Coming, mom!" I replied in a yell. I jogged down the stairs and was immediately hit with an amazing smell I don't smell that often. Kumla!

     "I made it just for you, I know how much you like it!"

     "Really, mom, you didn't have to!"

     "I know, but I wanted to."

     My mom and I sat at the table having various conversations, about school, music, relatives, friends, Norway, best friends. I love the conversations we have. They are so messed up. But the conversations had to come to a halt because, first of all, we were stuffed, second of all, we were tired, and third of all, it was getting late.

     "Well, mom, it's almost 9:00! I have to get ready for tomorrow. I'm going to bed. Goodnight, love you."

     "Alright, hon. I'll clean up and go to bed as well. Love you too."

     I smile and started to walk up to my room. When I got up to my bedroom, I slammed my body to the bed. Uhhh, it feels soooo good to lie down! I roll over onto my back and stare at the ceiling. Wow, today wasn't actually too bad. I met someone new, I didn't get too much homework from Mrs. Hannah, and my mom cooked my all-time favorite meal. But this won't change my introvert ways. Never.

                                                   A/N

     Hey, guys! How are you doing? Haha, ok I'm done being a creep now. So if you guys don't know what Kumla is, it is basically a Norwegian dish. I don't know if Matt is Norwegian or not, but I love Kumla. If there is anything in the story you don't understand, please ask me about it. I would be more than happy to answer them. And, for those asking, no. This story is no where close to being finished. This is only chapter five! I think that'a all for now. BAI!!!