Dysfunctional Soul Mates

Chapter Three: Blaire

Blaire walked around their kitchen trying to decide on something to have for dinner. Hmm, there was....bread and jam, jam and bread, or eggs and toast. Hopefully Drake didn't expect a dinner much better than that. It was about all they had, so hopefully it was enough. She'd have to go to the store soon for more groceries. She decided on eggs and toast.

Speaking of Drake, was that him clomping through the mud room? Probably. He was the only person that came to their house and invited himself in.

"I'm ba-ack," he called as strolled into the kitchen where she was standing. He always had this uncanny sense of where she was.

"How did you know where to find me?" she asked.

"Well, I always go to the kitchen first. Just as a kind of hopeful thing."

" 'Hopeful thing' ?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Yeah, you know how I'm always hungry. So I walk to the kitchen first in hopes that there's food," he explained matter-of-factly.

Blaire rolled her eyes. Some people, she thought.

That seemed to be all the answer Drake needed. "Well, I'll go chop the firewood now. Thanks for asking me to come over. Joslyn isn't making dinner tonight, so if you hadn't, I might well have gone hungry for the night."

"Oh, brother. You would've eaten something, I'm sure. I still haven't figured out what we're having, before you ask," she told him.

"Okay," he said. "I really am going to go out and chop the firewood now," he said with a smile, and walked out the back door.

That smile did something to her. It made her feel...something...from her head to her toes. And she didn't know that she disliked it.