Paper Flower

Micah

"God damn it", I swear under my breath. I was making omelettes for Layla and I when I spaced out and broke the eggs. Now, it's scrambled eggs with pesto and sun-dried tomatoes instead of an omelette with pesto and sun-dried tomatoes. 

Layla bounds down the stairs, her long legs clearing two at a time. Wait, what? Long legs? Since when did I start to notice the length of her legs? I ruffle my hair, then set her plate on the table across from mine.

"Uh, nice... omelette... Micah?" She giggles, and sits down. I grab us both forks and huff, frustrated.

"Yeah, they were supposed to be. I didn't know you could tell," We sit together and she throws her hair behind her shoulder. It's still wet, but still the color of a midnight sky. 

She takes a bit, and groans with approval. "You know what, Micah? I don't care what you cook for me; everything you make tastes amazing." She looks at me and smiles, the corners of her eyes crinkling like the always do whenever she sees or does something she really likes. 

Meanwhile, I almost choke on my food.

"Micah, oh sheesh, are you okay?" Layla runs to the fridge to get me a glass of water and sets it next to me. I take a sip and laugh.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I just inhaled while I was chewing and a tomato went an awkward direction, but I'm okay, yeah," I'm sure by this point my face is red. Layla looks at me for a bit then messes up my hair. 

"Ok... well I'm going upstairs to get ready. I'm hanging out with Heather before I have to start school tomorrow. Thank you for the food, it was really good! Also, whatever conditioner you're using makes your hair really soft. Just sayin'!" She laughs deviously and runs away, leaving me a mess to clean up on the table and within myself.