I Really Hate You Sometimes {On hold}

Ch 22- Don't Come in Here!

In the fifteen minutes that followed I had washed, chopped, and began to sauté the potatoes, onions, and multi colored bell peppers; I took out a medium size sauce pan then dumped a jar and a half of plain tomato sauce in, I proceeded to stir in minced garlic, mushrooms, onions, and a handful of green bell peppers. Next I added Oregano, Rosemary, and a bay leaf; just then Justin came back in with a platter of perfectly grilled chicken. “Ooh, good job Justin!” I squealed, taking the platter and setting it off to the side.

“Thanks.” He murmured before swiping his forehead free of sweat again then sniffed the air and smiled. “Man it smells good in here, you shoulda became a chef instead of an author. I bet you would make just as much money.” He complimented, I smiled and looked at him then turned back to stir the sauce again.

“Thank you, but as much as I enjoy being in the kitchen I enjoy writing and directing more. I could never see myself as a chef.” I told him, continuing to stir I looked at him again then opened my mouth but before I could say anything the phone rang again, I sighed and picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Hey Bella, it’s Brent.”

“Oh, hi Brent.”

“Uhm, I took a look in my closet and I have a pair of khaki shorts in size 14. Will that work?” He asked.

“Yeah, it’ll be fine.” I assured him, I blew on a little bit of sauce and gave it a taste; I felt like it was missing something but I couldn’t be sure what.

“Alright, I’ll drop them off now okay?”

“Okay, see you in a few.” I quickly hung up before turning to Justin again. “Why don’t you go and take a shower, dinner is almost ready.” He nodded and smiled as if relieved then turned to go to the bathroom but I called him back. “Wait, before you go.” I took a small portion of sauce and gently blew on it. “Could you taste this and tell me what you think?”

“Sure.” He blew on it before tasting it, he eyes lit up before meeting mine. “Are you sure you can’t see yourself as a chef?” Was all he said, I smiled then gave him a look.

“Is that your way to say it’s good?” I asked, he only nodded then turned and made what I assumed his way to the bathroom; I smiled then turned the burner on the potatoes and vegetables on low so to keep them warm. Next I took each chicken breast and made a slit about an inch and a half deep long-ways before stuffing it with mozzarella, sharp cheddar, and parmesan. Next I got an inch deep baking pan out and drizzled it with olive oil, I placed each chicken breast inside and pour some of the sauce over it next I sprinkled both cheeses over the breast, but before I could place it in the oven there was a knock on the door. I quickly wiped my hands on a towel then went and answered it, there wasn’t anyone there; but as soon as I looked down I saw the shorts and a note. I opened the note and read Brent’s neat handwriting.

Bella,

Sorry I couldn’t stay. Have a date tonight, wish me luck! Lol.

    -Brent

P.S. We should go out for drinks sometime, as friends.

P.S.S. Here’s my number so we can contact each other, call anytime if you need someone to talk to. c:

1-517-564-2078

          I smiled then picked up the shorts, I closed the door then walked back into the kitchen; I quickly put the pan in the oven and closed the door then set the timer for ten minutes. Next I walked back to my bedroom and pulled out a white tank top and a pair of plaid boxers I thought might fit Justin, I laid everything in the spare bedroom; I closed the door the same time I heard a loud thump and swearing coming from the bathroom; Justin, what did you do now? I thought, I knocked lightly on the bathroom door. “Justin? Are you okay?” I asked, I heard something like “Shit, she wasn’t suppose to hear that. Does she have supersonic hearing or something?”; I smiled and waited for him to answer, after a moment the water shut off.

          “I’m fine, I just slipped a little and fell.” He answered, I grew concerned; was he really alright? Did he need help?

          “Do you need help?” I asked, I opened the door an inch but it slammed close just as quickly; I flinched back in surprise.

          “No! Don’t come in here!” He said, I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

          “Why not?”

          “Why not? Because I just got outta the shower! So unless you wanna see my dick don’t come in here.” He explained, I closed my eyes and turned away as that painted a livid image in my mind I didn’t want to see; though I felt embarrassed for not knowing the obvious reason he didn’t want me to open the door.

          “I sure as hell don’t want to, but I bet Lex does. Anyways, when you come out of the bathroom there’s a door in front of you and a door to your right. Go into the door on your right, that’s the guest bedroom. There’s clothes for you on the bed, go ahead and change then come on out to the dining room.” I told him.

          “Sure, I’ll be out soon.” With that I returned to the kitchen, unlike my innocence.