The Brain and The Brawn [ON HOLD]

Chapter 21-The Cramps

I woke up feeling like complete and total shit. My poor stomach was getting violent stabbing pains that didn't seem to quit.

Yup, it's my period, I thought.

I stumble out of bed and shuffle towards the washroom. When I come back, I go to my desk to check my phone. I swipe upwards to check if I have any notifications.

There's a few emails, snaps and one text.

Could you guess who?

Asher: Hey. You wanna do something?

Answer him, replies my conscious. I groan in protest but decide to respond back to him.

Me: Sorry. I'm...

I look up to the ceiling and think. What, I tell him I'm on my period? No way! An excuse pops into my head and so I reply,

Me: Sorry. I'm not feeling well. I think I caught a cold.

I shut off my phone and slid it into the pocket of my shorts to could grab something to eat downstairs, but faith had her own plans. Ding!

I groan and rolls my eyes while pulling my phone back out.

Asher: Oh. You okay?

Me: I'm fine. Probably just a little bug.

Asher: In the summer?

Me: Bope. I'm lucky like that.

Asher: Do you want me to bring you something?

Me: No. It's fine.

Asher: Okay. Text if you need anything.

Me: K. Thx.

I turn my phone off for the second time, hopefully I'll be able to make my way to the kitchen this time. I know I'm being mean and cold, but I'm on my period, sue me!

I open my fridge and to my disappointment, I find nothing that interests me. I groan and slam the fridge shut.

"MOM!" I yell.

No response.

Great! She must of already left with Morgan. They decided to plan a mother and daughter shopping trip. One mistake; they forgot about the other daughter. And Dad is probably at work.

I heave a sigh and plant myself on the couch to channel surf through the TV.

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Ding-dong!

I jump. I must have fallen asleep while watching some dumb reality show. No wonder I fell asleep!

I stand up and make my way to the front door, rubbing my eyes and yawning.

I unlock the door and swing it open, mid yawn to see Asher standing with a bowl of something in his hands.

My yawn somehow turns into a cough and I nearly choke.

"Wow. You look like shit." he replies, staring me down.

"Ya, thanks. You don't think I know that already?!" I screech "Why did you come, anyways?"

"I felt bad, so I decided to keep you company. Oh, and I brought soup." he extends his hands with the bowl.

"Who said I was alone and needed company?" I cross my arms over my chest and stand there questioning him.

"Well, there's no cars parked outside your house..." he says sneaking a glance towards the empty driveway "sooo, I'm guessing you're alone." He looks back at me with a boyish grin plastered on his face.

"Uh huh." I arch my eyebrow, still not budging "You don't look so dumb after all."

"Ma ma ma." he makes a face and rolls his eyes, grinning ear to ear "You have problems."

"And you have more." I shoot back.

"Are we just gonna stand here and insult one another or can I come in and put down the bowl?" he asks.

I step aside to allow him to enter and when he does, I close the door quietly. I follow behind him to the kitchen where he placed the soup onto the island.

"So, what's with the soup?"

"You said you weren't feeling well, so I brought soup." he opens the lid and the scent of chicken noodle soup seeps into my nostrils.

I grab two spoons from the drawer and slide on towards him. "Oh, ya. Duh!"

I take a spoonful from the bowl and swallow it quickly. Asher does the same and stares at me with a questioning look.

"That's good! Did you make it?" I point towards with the soup and look up at him.

"Definitely not! I would have burned down the house just trying to boil some water!"

I snort as he reaches for another bite.

"I knew it was too good to be made by you." I keep my head down but lift my eyes to look back at him.

Asher just rolls his eyes and murmurs under his breath "I try to be nice and you still insult me! Damn woman!"

"I'm just playing with you." I hit him lightly on the shoulder.

His stupid little boy smile comes back with a "Your welcome."

I roll my eyes while sipping on the broth from my spoon.

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Asher can cook? Is there anything he can't do?
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