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Julianna's POV

"Michael, this is hard!" I say as I crack another egg.

Half of the shell went in again, "Ugh!" I groan, throwing another eggshell away.

I felt his hands on my shoulders, he rubs them, "It's okay to have a little shell in the eggs; it would just have a little crunch." Michael says, removing one of his hands to throw away the shell.

"How can you do this like a pro and I can't do shit?"

"Julie, I've lived longer."

I look at Michael, "Yeah, I know but-"

He looks at me, continuing to rub my shoulders, "It's okay, but you have to try to cook for yourself; you have to make breakfast for yourself."

"I know but it looks so easy when you do it; you've lived longer."

He looks back at the bowl, "Okay, let's just get back to these eggs."

I look at the bowl, "Right, eggs; uhh," I look at him again, "what do I do?"

He looks at me and points at the bowl, "You're gonna have only two eggs?"

I nod, "Yep."

He puts his hand down and grabs a whisk, which was next to me and puts it in the bowl, "Now you whisk or mix it."
He removed his hands, I grabbed the bowl and started whisking until Michael said stop; once he did say stop, he asked me if I wanted to do the rest.

"You mean the stove and stuff?"

I ask. "Yeah," he crosses his arms, "do you want to cook?" He repeated the question.

"Sure, I need to learn the whole process sooner or later."

I let go of the whisk, "Okay." He grabs a pan and puts it on the stove, he turns on the stove, "Now pour, carefully into the pan; try not to make a mess."

I nod and pour into the pan, some egg did spill on the stove but he said don't worry; I put down the bowl, "Now what?" I ask.

"Now," he gets a spatula and hands it to me, "you can chop it up as it cooks for scrambled eggs."
I grab the spatula and look at it, very confused; I heard Michael giggle, "Move the eggs with the spatula."

I look at the pan and start to scrape off the egg with the spatula, *I feel so dumb; why having I learn this before? It feels like I'm a baby saying their first word.*

I cut the egg with the spatula and Michael turns off the stove after a minute; I watch him as he got a plate from a cabinet and put it on the counter, "You can put the finished eggs on the plate." He says.

"How?" I ask, clearly confused.

"Just carry the pan with one hand over here and scrape the eggs off on to the plate."

I nod and carefully do what he says; scraping the eggs on to the plate with the spatula. Michael grabs the pan and spatula out of my hands after I was finished scraping the eggs off; I look at the plate of the eggs, I made eggs.

I look at Michael, "What?" He says, confused. I look at the plate then him, "What?"

"Try it," I say, giving him a fork. Michael grabs the fork, he takes a bite and starts choking on it; I quickly run behind him and sta--

"Hello? Earth to Julie." I heard Michael say as he waved his hand in front of my face. I blink and look at him, "Huh?" I hum.

"You were lost there, you okay?"

I shrug, "Yeah, probably because you haven't tried my eggs!"

I grab him a fork, "Okay, okay, you got what coming to you."

"What's coming to," He takes a bite, "me? Huh?"

Michael rolls his eyes and I lean forward, waiting for his reaction; he looks at the plate, "Well?" I ask him.

"It's good. I'll give you an A for effort."

I stand up and clap, "Yay!" Michael looks up at me and stops everything he's doing; I stop clapping and look at him, "Michael?"

*Daydreaming?*

I wave my hand in front of his face, "Michael.."

"Huh?" He hums.

I start laughing, "And you talk about me daydreaming!"

I point at Michael, "Haha, very funny." Michael says, sarcastically. I point my finger down and lean on the counter again, "You still love me."

"How do you know?"

"Well, you tell me, you show me, and," I shrug, "I don't know."

When I closed my eyes to blink, Michael wasn't across the counter; Suddenly I felt hands on waist, "That's all you know?"

I jump from the sudden coldness on my waist, I turn around and facing Michael. "Yeah," I sallow spit.

Michael smiles; I blank out again but I was thinking about something with Jermaine again. Michael freaked me out like Jermaine did as I was with him.

My vision comes back and Michael was looking at me with a frown, "Julie, are you okay?"
A tear came out my eye and I quickly look away; wiping it away, "Julie, I'm sorry. I shouldn't hav---"

I cut him off, "No, it's fine."

I look at him and smile, "Julie," Michael moves the eggs and picks me up, setting me on the counter, "you tensed up."
I frown and he crossed his arms, "Did Jermaine scare you like I just did?"

I look down, "Yeah."

I heard Michael sigh, "Julie, I hate to ask but tell me what he did to you, please."

Michael places his hands on my knees; I move my hair and look at him, a tear running down my cheek, "Well, it started after our double date,"

"Jermaine, you know I would never hurt you like that," I say, rubbing his shoulder from behind.

"Yeah, right," Jermaine said, pushing me off.

"Your brother is pretty cut--" Jermaine looks at me, "cool. He's really cool." I said, not trying to get smacked.

"I thought you were gonna say something else."

"We should visit him n---"

"No."

I lay back, "What?"

"I said no."

"But why?"

"Because I don't want you with him; he gets whatever he wants. He stole my girlfriend from long ago."

"Oh. Well, he's not a bad looking guy."

"When I made that compliment about you, he started getting jealous which quickly lead to his anger raging out."

"Stop! Please!"
"Shut up or I'll kill you right here."

Another tear sheds, falling down my cheek.

"Please, Jermaine."
"You're mine."

"His fangs made me want to die, I wanted him to kill me." Michael's lips were parted, "I didn't want to go through that."

Michael walks away and upstairs then he came downstairs in fresh clothing; I get down from the counter, "Where are you going?"

Michael walks to the door and puts on his shades, "I'm gonna kill him."