After half an hour of begging him not go he pulled me into the car and we drove to my house.
"Do you really wanna taste my grandmas cold bland cooking." I sighed.
However, when we walked into the house I was surprised to see it was cleaned and the table was actually set! Tablecloth and everything. But the food! It was the best macaroni and cheese ever! Not to mention she went out and bought juice! I mean, it was only sunny d but I've been drinking nothing but water since I was 10! She never bought anything flavourful! I was always sugarless tea, burnt toast with no butter and dry cereal, but the gross kind! Tha you need to put sugar on for it to taste good, but of course we never had sugar!
"Grammy," I said through a spoonful of Mac and cheese.
Riley laughed and grandma looked at me with a smile from ear to ear.
"You haven't called me Grammy in years." She replied happily. "What is it dear?"
"Why don't you cook like this all the time," I replied.
She thought for a minute before looking at me again.
"I don't know dear." She said
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After dinner grandma waved her hand and the dishes flew to the kitchen where they would clean themselves.
I took Riley to my cold damp room. With it's grey blanket and carpet and the peeling pink walls with the little horses on them.
Riley looked around before sitting on my bed.
"It isn't much but it's home." I sighed.
He smiled at me and with a twist of his hand, my bed disappeared and the daybed under the window got bigger, the peeling pink walls were turned a light purple, and the grey carpet turned into hardwood.
I looked around my room in awe for I had never thought to use my powers for such a thing.
In a matter of minutes the room was completely transformed and totally me. I smiled and looked around.
"Something's missing," I smirked before snapping my fingers, making a string of white Christmas lights hang between the attic walls.
We sat on the day bed for what seemed like hours talking before we fell asleep.
When I went downstairs the next morning the whole house was transformed, the ugly blue walls, now a light beige, the moldy carpet now hardwood. It was modernized but the outside still looked like the old, vine covered, once blue but now grey house. And my truck, the same rundown rusty orange Chevy pickup.
In a way I was kinda happy my truck stayed the same. It was the only thing of my grandpas I had other than his "man bag" and a few of his sweaters and shirts.
My closet stayed the same too. What can I say. I had developed a sort of style from the "vintage" clothes my Grammy had given me.
