The Boy Behind the Mask {Delirious}

Chapter 5

Macy's P.O.V.

Seeing Jonathan act slightly human for once convinced me. Everything from his hot temper to his bloodied hockey mask had been all together unwelcoming, but seeing him blush was something I never would have expected.

The boy behind the mask lives right next door and I was determined to make him smile. If a boy like him was capable of blushing, smiling wasn't so far along the line.

All he needed was a little push. My grandparents had texted me, saying they wouldn't be home until late afternoon today since they were going to visit a friend and run some other errands.

Luckily, that provided me with more than enough time to make a couple of my mother's speciality brownies. Living alone for five years, Jonathan probably didn't usually have home-cooked meals. I figured I might as well bring over some homemade fettuccini alfredo.

I grabbed my phone and charged it at the kitchen counter, putting on Michael Bublé's station on Pandora so I had something to sing along to while I cooked. Making brownies from scratch would take over an hour, but I literally had hours. This meal was also a bit much just for breakfast, but it was definitely going to be worth it.

Humming along to the music playing in the background, I took out all the ingredients I would be needing. I silently thanked my grandpa for being such an amazing cook because he had all the ingredients I needed.

I first started by beginning to boil the pasta and starting the brownie batter while the pasta was heating. In between mixing all of the brownie ingredients, I also made the fettuccine alfredo sauce in a separate bowl since it didn't take long to make. After that came mixing the rest of the brownie batter, putting it in the oven, and mixing the strained noodles with the sauce.

"All in record time," I said happily as I took out the brownie tray using one of the oven mitts. Even for rushing a tiny bit because of excitement, they still turned out picture perfect.

Since Jonathan lived next door and the fact that it was only seven in the morning, I decided to wait until the pasta and brownies cooled down a tiny bit so that I could transfer the pasta to a better container. That way Jonathan could save the leftovers. It also gave me a chance to decorate the brownies.

Once everything was cooled down, I used icing to write 'SMILE' in thin cursive letters. There wasn't much icing, mostly because it wouldn't go well with the brownies if there was too much.

But finally, I was all done and I hurried to put the packaged food in a small bag and walked to Jonathan's.

I knocked once, hoping that he would open up quickly. Some friendly neighbor's were outside whom I had met before, but they looked at me curiously, probably wondering why I was in front of an introvert's' house.

My hand reached up again to knock, but the door suddenly opened, revealing Jonathan in only dark blue pajama pants. His black hair was ruffled up as if he just got out of bed, which wouldn't be a surprise seeing how tired he was.

"What are you doing here?" He asked angrily, taking a peek outside and seeing the neighbor's curious stares. "Get in here, already."

He tugged me inside, right before slamming the doors shut.

"They make me uncomfortable too if that makes you feel a bit better," I said awkwardly, knowing that he only pulled me inside because of their stares.

He gave me an odd glare, then stopped to look at the bag in my hand.

"What's in there?"

I smiled at him. "A gift. Where's your kitchen?"

He didn't reply and instead began walking. As we quickly walked to the kitchen, I observed the rest of his house. It was pretty neat. There weren't clothes strewn all over the floor or dirt all over the carpet. It was simple and tidy.

Once we got to the kitchen, I set the bag down on the table and took out the two containers. They were both slightly warm when I opened them and thankfully not warm enough for the icing to melt. Before he could see, I took my phone out from my back pocket and went to my camera.

"Surprise."

His blue eyes scanned over the pasta and then the brownies, eyeing it with an obvious hunger.

"You made all of this for me?" He asked incredulously.

I nodded and snapped a picture of his reaction. It wasn't a smile, but it certainly wasn't a frown or one of his signature glares. It looked as if he was holding back a smile and the best part was that I got it on camera.

I opened my camera roll to check the photo and smiled brightly. "How adorable."

Suddenly, I felt two arms reach over my shoulder to grab my phone and I quickly ran from him. I had no idea how the house was set up, but I continued running up the stairs and into a hallway closet, fitting into the bottom shelf before Jonathan could see me.

"Kid!" He shouted. "I'm not the type to play games, but I'm definitely not the type to lose."

His footsteps were loud as they slowly walked past me. It was a very quick decision, but right after he walked past, I quickly jumped out of the closet and tackled him to the floor.

As I pinned him down, I saw his bare chest rise up and down and his head fall slowly onto the floor.

"Get off me." He growled.

"I thought you said you're definitely not the type to lose," I teased, getting up and lending him a hand. He scowled and got up himself, walking back to the kitchen.

I followed him downstairs and looked through his cabinets to grab two plates, forks, and knives. I set them on the table and cut the brownies, setting a piece on both of our plates and some pasta.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm giving you food," I answered, sliding the plate to him in his seat.

He rolled his eyes. "I'm a grown man. I can do it myself."

"Keep telling yourself that."

I watched him glare at me quickly before taking a bite of his pasta. He saw my awaiting stare, but didn't give me the satisfaction of a reaction. All he did was kept eating, but at least that meant that he liked it.

"Go try the brownie," I said excitedly, still not taking a bit of my food.

Jonathan eyed me suspiciously again before taking a bite.

"This is good," he said immediately. "This is really good."

He used his fork to take another two brownies, but didn't take another bite.

"Eat," he ordered.

"Make me," I joked, sticking my tongue out at him.

With a roll of his eyes, he took a piece of his brownie on his fork and put it in front of my face as an obvious way of teasing me. Though I was the queen of teasing and as queen, I let this peasant feed me.

I ate the piece of the brownie as he stared at me with wide eyes.

Then he scowled, obviously disappointed that he wasn't able to actually tease me.

"Come on, Jonathan. Don't be such a party pooper. Here," I said, putting a forkful of pasta in his mouth. I was convinced he was going to spit the food out at me, but he swallowed the food and abruptly began blushing.

"You're blushing again."

"Don't do that," he said, a bit quiet. "You know what. Just get out."

"As you wish. I have a forest to explore anyways. I hope you enjoy your food," I said sweetly before walking out the front door, only to quickly rush back in and shove a mouthful of brownies into my mouth and run out again.

He'd come around. I just know it.

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I am a sucky writer, but here is a bunch of slight fluff between Macy, the childish optimist, and Jonathan, the grumpy introvert. Vote and comment

And as always I hope ye enjoyed(:)

-lovelylittleturtles