Crazy House

Chapter 31: Everything is bigger in the south

Chapter 31: Everything is bigger in the south

“Tomorrow night, wear something comfortable.” Was the only instructions I received from Roman after he said that we were going on a date, and then her left my room. That was yesterday, and now I’m sitting in my room trying to figure out what to wear.

There’s a knock on my door and before I can call the person in the door is already opening. Liz walks in and when she sees me sitting on my bed she lets out a sigh. “What are you doing?” She asks closing the door behind her.

“I’m picking out clothes.” I tell her gesturing to all the clothes surrounding me that I didn’t approve of for tonight.

Liz shakes her head before going over to my dresser, “Well you’re late for your date.” She says throwing a pair of black shorts at me.

“Well, I didn’t actually know what time the date is supposed to be, he wasn’t specific.” I tell her and she ignores me as she throws a black tank top at me.

“Put those on and get your ass downstairs.” She says.

I look at the clothes and then back at her. “I’m going to look like death with this on.” I tell her gesturing to all the black clothing.

“No you won’t now hurry.” And with that she leaves my room.

I let out a sigh before throwing the clothes on. I take my hair out of it’s ponytail and I don’t bother with makeup.

I throw on a pair of flip flops and trudge down the stairs. Roman is standing at the bottom with a black v-neck on and a pair of jeans. He doesn’t have anything on his feet besides a pair of black socks.

“Your going out in public without shoes?” I ask lifting a brow as he helps me down the last step.

“Of course not, our date is here.” He says gesturing towards the house.

“Really?” I ask.

“Really.” He takes my hand and leads me into the kitchen, “Tristian and Liz went to one of Jessie’s shows, and they’re going out to eat afterwards.”

They went to go see Jessie strip? That’s kind of weird. I hope no one ever expects me to go to one of her shows.

When we walk into the kitchen I’m shocked by all the food in the kitchen. It looks like Roman robbed a grocery store.

“We’re going to cook.” He says removing his hand from mine.

“I don’t cook.” I say tearning to look at him.

“Good. That means I get to teach you.” He says. “What do you want to eat?” He asks gesturing to the food.

“I don’t know…” I walk over and take invetory of the food. I turn to him after spotting one of my favorite things to eat. “Shrimp.” I say pointing to the bag of jumbo shrimp. I mean they really look like they’ve been injected with steroids.

Roman walks up behind me trapping me in with his arms, my back is pressed against him and my body starts to heat up. “Everything is bigger in the south.” He whispers in my ear before grabbing the bag of shrimp.

Jesus Christ. The date hasn’t even started and my body is already close to its boiling point. I try to catch my breath before turning to look at him. He’s pouring the shrimp into a bowl. He turns and looks at me. “Do you know how to cut?” He asks.

“Of course not.” I say leaning on the counter.

“Well then you can start mixing the dessert then.” He says nodding to a mixing bowl on the counter across from me. It already has ingredients in it but it isn’t stirred. “You were taking so long that I decided to just prep it.” He says and I nod.