Everything Blue [ OMHK, Book 2 ]

Little Talks

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H A R M O N
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I wrinkled my nose at the burnt piece of toast that lay on my counter. It only proved to be a sad reminder of my failure at cooking.

It was my first time attempting to make dinner since I'd gotten righty chopped off.

That wasn't the best way to word an amputation, but it was definitely the most amusing.

Josh would be arriving home at any time, and I was just sitting here, staring at a charred piece of bread. Good job Harmon. Way to fucking impress.

I sighed and chucked the toast into the trash can. It didn't even land in the trash, and I finally gave up. I'd just wanted to surprise my boyfriend with a nice surprise dinner, but it backfired terribly.

I had a horrible day, and this wasn't making it any better. I felt as if I couldn't do anything right ever since I'd lost my arm.

(Pun intended).

I heard the front door begin to open, and I just close my eyes and ignore the sinking feeling in my chest. It was my boyfriend returning home after a long day of doing whatever drummers did.

Drumming?

"Baaabe? What's that burning smell?" I heard Josh yell from the front room, his voice curious, but laced with worry.

I didn't have the will to reply though, so I stayed quiet instead, feeling absolutely miserable. He probably thought I was busy burning our house down, or worse — accidentally finding a way to catch myself on fire while trying to heat up some microwave spaghetti.

I don't even like spaghetti, I thought grumpily.

As soon as my boyfriend entered the kitchen and saw everything laid out on the counter and the burnt toast on the ground, he glanced at me. His white t-shirt had a tiny brown stain on it, and I made a mental note to wash it for him.

"Hi," I greeted quietly. My voice was barely louder than a whisper, because I was scared that if I tried to talk, I would end up falling apart instead.

Josh came up to me with a quizzical look on his face. "What's wrong?" he asked, leaning forwards and kissing me on the forehead gently. I felt my stomach do a tiny flip, and as much as I wanted to, I didn't smile. I felt too bummed.

I just shrug. "I dunno," I mumbled, staring at the ground.

Josh puts a hand underneath my chin and makes me look up at him. I blink as my green eyes meet his soft brown ones. They seem to question me.

I could tell that he knew something was wrong, and I hated it.

"Do you wanna talk?" he asks, being careful to not sound too pushy. Gone was the sarcastic, borderline-asshole Josh that I was used to. In his place was a soft and caring boy that made my heart squeeze.

"I dunno," I just repeated.

Josh snorted. "You asked for it."

I barely had any time to protest as my boyfriend scooped me up into his arms. I was a huge guy, but he was bigger, and he had the advantage of having big drummer muscles, which equivocated to lots and lots of upper-body strength.