10 Minutes

Thursday 23rd March

I stand on their porch, resisting the urge to just leave it and run. I breath in and raise my hand. I breath out and gently knock on the door.

It almost immediately opens.

"You came" He says.

"Well yeah, your mum scares me slightly, I feel like if I do anything wrong she will sue me and..." I start ranting but put my hands to my mouth deciding that wouldn't be best. Then immediately remove my hands, realising I look like a weirdo

"Uhh, can I come in." I stutter. His eyes bore into me for a moment before he moves to let me in. He closes the door behind me and leads me to his room. The room is bare apart from a bed placed in the centre of the room and a desk pushed to the corner of the room.

I sit myself on the end of his bed.

"What would you like to start with?"

***

The study session ends as we both start to get tired and fed up of equations. I rest my head on the wall sighing. He gets up and walks towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Food" He simply answers and walks away. I decide to follow him as my stomach grumbles at the idea of food. He opens the fridge and takes out the ingredients to make a sandwich.

"I don't want a sandwich" I groan slightly

"Who said I was making you a sandwich?"

"Fine, I am making my own food." I say but only take one step forward, before hesitantly stopping.

"You gonna make it or wait for the food to make itself?" He question slightly amused.

"Uhh.. Well, can I use your kitchen to make myself food?"

"You want to use my kitchen?"

I nod.

"Well do you have permission to use my kitchen?"

"I'm asking you for permission" I state and watch as he pretends to think about it for a while. Irritated I roll my eyes, he notices this and smirks

"Permission denied"

"What you can't do that!" I whine

"I can and I will"

"I will starve to death please.."

"Say.. please oh mighty great god of handsomness"

I scoff but then follow it with a sigh as I realise that he actually wants me to do this.

"Please oh mighty great god of handsomness" I mutter.

"Yes, what do you want?"

"To use your kitchen"

"Say it all together then"

"Please oh mighty great god of handsomness may I use your kitchen" I mumble

His smirk grows, obviously enjoying this, as he jestures the kitchen to me.

I walk in with a huff and glare at him. Losing sight of him I continue my way to look through the cupboards for anything I can make.

I realise that none of that needed to happen if I just walked in, like a normal person would of.

Oh well, I was being polite..

I find a couple of ingredients that together can make some pasta. So I start to boil the pasta and cut up the onions. I continue through the recipe, imprinted in my mind and notice he's leaned against the counter, watching my movement. I turn to him raising an eyebrow at him.

"Where d'you learn to cook?"

"At home.." I say before rushing over to check on the garlic bread that I made in the oven, preventing the conversation from continuing.

Later on when all is finished I serve myself and sit down at their grand dining table. I notice more items have been dotted around and the walls have been re-painted. I take a seat and start eating.

A plate full of pasta and a side plate of garlic bread is placed on the table. A knife and fork enveloped in a napkin is then place next to it.

He then falls into his seat and I look up to him once again raising my eyebrow.

"Sandwich wasn't enough.. and the pasta smelt amazing" he mumbles the last part.

I smirk as I realised a perfect opportunity was placed infront of me.

I swiftly take his plate of pasta and stand on the chair I was previously sitting on.

"What the..."

"You want your pasta back?" I interrupt "Come and get it"

He stares straight back before making his way round the large table infront of me.

"You don't want to make me come and get it."

"Your right, because you can't get it of me!" I steadily step onto the next two chairs further away from him.

"The only way you can get it off me is if you plead with the words 'Can I have your sublime food that tastes supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!'"

I watch as he rolls his eyes and searches another way he can get his food back. I step over two more chairs to get further away.

"There's no other way without making me accidently tip all this pasta over you.." I taunt mischievously.

He sighs finally giving up and glares towards me as he murmers "Can I have your sublime food that tastes supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!"

Satisfied I hand him his plate and sit back down in my seat where I continue to eat my own plate.

"The food's gone cold now because of you" He complains once again glaring at me.

"Karma's not nice, is she?"

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