all-american :: jotaro x reader

chapter 8 :: all-american cuisine

A soggy piece of scrambled egg touches my hand. A shiver erupts at the base of my spine and climbs up my spinal chord.

I put down the dish I was washing in the sink and run some water over my contaminated hand, and then return to scrubbing away at this morning's breakfast on this morning's plate.

Mom had asked me to do the dishes before she got home from work, though every fiber of my being didn't want to. I wouldn't have done it if it didn't mean Mom grounding me, for lack of any privileges that I could be stripped of at this point in time.

I'm still in school uniform, even though I got home a few hours ago. Unfortunately we didn't have any rubber gloves, either, so I have to wash them bare-handed.

Just as I finish up the last dish, the phone rings, a familiar drone piercing through my ear drums.

"Coming, coming," I mutter to no one in particular, searching around for a rag before I just decide to wipe my sudsy hands on my skirt and dash over to the wall phone.

I pick up. "Moshi-Moshi?" I forgot how fun it was to answer the phone in Japanese.

"Is this the L/N residence?" A woman asks.

"Um...Yes, who's this?"

"I've called to inform you on behalf of Takehita Supermarket that you have been drawn in the Kraft Macaroni raffle! Congratulations!"

She didn't sound like she was kidding, but at the same time, I don't remember entering any raffle. I'm also inclined tot hunk this must be a prank call, because who gives away Macaroni?

"I'm sorry, but you must have the wrong number - I never entered any raffle," I try to explain.

"Who are you talking to?"

I turn around. Mom, still in work uniform, hands on hips. The front door is half open, so I assume she's recently arrived home from work. I cover the mouthpiece with my hand and turn to my mom. "We've won a macaroni raffle."

"A what? Y/N, give me that-" despite her command and her outstretched hand, I ignore her and simply hold up a finger. "I'm sorry, are you still on the line?" I ask.

"Yes ma'am! I believe you asked how you entered?"

"Yeah...I don't remember-"

"There was a promotion running in which anyone who made a purchase during the period of time a few weeks ago was enetered!" She cheered. "Your receipt included bagged rice, instant soup, and one lobster."

At this point I know this call is legit, because how else would they know of my lobster fiasco. I laugh nervously. "Okay, What was I drawn for?"

"Boxes of Mac and cheese. You can come and pick it up any time this week! Goodbye!"

The phone clicks and the line goes dead. As I reluctantly re-hang the phone, I realize this promotion is only running so they can get rid of their surplus of Mac and cheese. The grocery store wasn't that large, so I guess there wasn't enough room. That being said, there shouldn't be much I have to pick up, right?

"That was the grocery," I mention, muttering to my mom. She raises an eyebrow. "And what are they calling for?"

I explain what the lady told me, and my mom wants to laugh but nods her head. "I hope you're hungry, because we're gonna be having Mac and cheese for a while, then." I roll my eyes. "So how was the office?"

Mom picks some lint off her skirt and flicks it into the still-damp sink. "Fine, fine. Not very eventful for the first day. They have good coffee."