Love Triangle

Chapter Fifty-Four

Chapter Fifty-Four

It was the middle of March and Cook had been already living a month with Jeffrey. I was excited and a bit nervous. We were going to study at Jeffrey's, a request by Jeffrey since he's doing the honors to cook for us tonight. Jeffrey greeted us at the door of his apartment, a hug for me and an amicable shoulder squeeze for Cook.

His place was homey. Not much on the walls. Very simplistic. He had the essentials. It must be hard to live more at your job than your own home. A struggle mom has been faced since dad past.

I very much liked the layout of the apartment. We came in from the back door that had a typical like staircase that went up to all the habitants porch. Once you get over the awkwardness of passing everyone else's back porch through the staircase, it was pretty cool concept and an enchanting design.

Jeffrey had been napping, he was still in his work clothes when he opened the door.

"We're just going to study in the guest room," Cook said. "Not to disturb or be in your way by being in the living room."

I nodded approvingly. Jeffrey deserved all the sleep he could get. It was funny how he became a part of the core people in my life as had his nephew.

"It's your room Cook," Jeffrey corrected.

"My room then," he said, his voice trailing.

I followed him to his room slash the guest room.

It wasn't spacious at all. Not even a third of the size of Cook's room at his father's. There was a single bed. A desk that was too small for the both of us.

"The room is small but..."

"It's cozy." I completed.

Cook nodded. We ended up sitting at the foot of the bed. Luckily the floor was carpeted and not of the spiky-itchy kind. We put pillows behind our backs. I struggled to arrange mine in my lazy haste, Cook helped me, his hands adjusting the pillow and slightly grazing my back.

"Thanks," I said.

He smirked. "No problem love."

Hadn't heard that one in a long time. Someone was in an extremely good mood. We brought out our History textbooks and notes. We had just started studying when Jeffrey's voice sounded.

"Cook," he called from the kitchen.

The thing about apartments is that you don't have to yell to be heard. It explained why I was oddly talking quieter than usual. I wonder if Cook heard the neighbors at night.

Cook left the room, closing the door on his way out.