On Love Potions and Charms (Slow Editing)

Chapter 17: The Guy in the Pink Apron

*Chapter Seventeen*

(*‘-‘*) Annie's POV:

                “Mom! I’m home!” I yelled out once I was inside the house. After listening for a while to complete silence, I realized that mom was not in here anymore. Maybe she is in the hospital already right now. We must have passed by one another on my way here. For now, I supposed it’s just the empty house and me then. Now, where to? Suddenly, a low growl echoed throughout the hallway and it took me a minute to realize that it was just my empty stomach. Well, to the kitchen then.

                I began to walk towards the dining room that is connected to the kitchen. Maybe I’ll warm myself some leftover soup or something. I better not cook anything. I’m not that skilled to even fry an egg yet. When I entered the dining room, I saw the table filled. I didn’t know what dishes were made for me but the delicious scent floating around was enough to make my stomach growl again but this time, in excitement. Maybe mom prepared this for me. That’s good news then. I sat down on my chair and began to eat.

                I fished my phone out from my pocket and tried to remember something. What was I supposed to do again? I know there was something that I had to do. I opened my inbox and reread my messages. Quest’s text message caught my attention. Oh yeah! I was supposed to call Quest! I quickly held the button for Quest’s quick dial and waited for the line to connect. Not long after, Quest finally picked up.

                “Yo, Annie my man!” Her usual sunny voice perked up. It’s almost 12:00 pm and she sounds like a loud elephant in a pantomime play. Why is she like that? Because she is Quest, case closed.

                “Hey, Quest. So uhh… what did you want to tell me?” I asked as I took a bite from my dinner. Now that I think about it, my dinner has somewhat turned cold. It must have been left out for a long time now.

                “About what?” Quest sounded confused. I was about to answer her when a sound of some kind of springy-thingy was heard from the other line following Quest’s voice. She must be in her bed, jumping or something. “Oh that! Oh, yeah!”

                “Yeah. So, what is it?”

                “Well, it’s about Vincent.” She began. I heard her flop into her bed again. Wow, she seems so active tonight. Was the drive home that wonderful?

                “Okay. What about him?” I was expecting that she was going to talk about him. Well duh, who else?

                “He still didn’t take my number.” Quest answered sadly. “He kept on talking so I didn’t have a chance to open it up to him.”

                I was getting mad again. How dare that lemon treat my Quest that way? If I have it my way, he won’t even be able to see the light of day ever again. But then again, didn’t we go through this already. I better do something or else Quest would call me non-stop talking about how a lemon would never take her number.

                “I see. I’ll just send it to him.” I assured her. I’ll send him a contact information of Quest. Well, there you have it. Problem solved.

                “Really?! You’d do that for me?!” Quest squealed happily. I suddenly heard a door open from the other line and a woman’s voice shushing Quest, “Quest, for Pete’s sake, lower down your voice. Do you want your neighbors to wake up at this ungodly hour?”

                It must be Mrs. Marle. “Okay-dokey, got it mom.” Quest answered back to the voice. Her bedroom door closed again then she turned her attention back to me. “Now where were we? Oh forget it. Let’s just talk tomorrow more, mom seems pissed off from work. I’ll just sleep now.”