Vudoria

Day two

I had woken up from a good nights rest. To my surpise though, when i opened my eyes Mudoria wasnt there. I had almost paniced untill I heard a noise. It sounded like a shower was running. "Mudoria?" I had called. I went twords the bathroom and knocked on the door. "Mudoria?" I called out again. "You in there?" He didn't respond. I knew he was in there but i still needed to check. I twisted the nob, and before i could open i heard Mudoria. "W-wait, I'm showering!!" He yelled.

I got flustered and slammed the door shut and yelled "Okay." I wanted to be nice. We had a fun day yesterday and he paid for it all, and not just literally paid either. I wanted to return the favor of his kindness. I walked out into the living room, then to the kitchen. I looked for some ingreidients, and sure enough, he had a full cabnet of things. I looked in the pantry and it was full as well. I decided to make him breakfast. Pancakes, eggs, and bacon, the basics. I'd think he'd like such a thing anyways. I could tell by all the food he already had.

So i got to cooking an amazing meal. I was multitasking on everything i'm cooking. Cooking the pancakes while I'm making some eggs, Cooking some eggs while i make the bacon, and cooking some bacon while I bake some pancakes. It smelled good, and it was about thirty minutes until Mudoria came out of the shower.

"Wh-whats that sm-" He said. Once he realized what was going on his face lit up. "Whats cookin', good lookin'" I said in a attempt to flirt. He got flustered "Wh-what.." He said akwardly. "N-nothing." I replied. We were both extremely flustered by then. It was a brief silence until he decided to say something. "S-so what are y-you cooking..?" He asked. "A traditional breakfast. Eggs, bacon, pancakes.. I'm surprised you have all this food in here!" I exclaimed. After he said that he looked a little sad. "Hey whats wrong?" I asked. "Oh, it's j-just..i just recently broke up with this guy who was going to move in with me...The day b-before we broke up i bought enough food to last through two months.." He said quietly. I looked at him "I-i'm sorry about that" I say smypathetically. "Don't be." He says. " It's not your fault he was a dickhead.."

I guess so, but I still feel bad about the situation he just went through. He had just recently broke up with this guy and not even showing much signs of heartbreak. Did HE break up with his last boyfriend? Well, even if he did, most people show signs of sudden depression or just plain sadness after a break up. A little while after I finshed cooking, I pass out the food between the both of us.

He takes a bite of the pancake and I take a few bites of everything. I look at him to see how he think the food tastes. Once I looked at him I noticed that he had an empty plate! "More, please!" He asked, holding the empty plate in my face. What the.. I had a shocked look on my face. "D-did I do something wr-wrong?" he said with a worried expression on his face. "Oh no, you didn't. You just ate it so fast..was it any good?" I asked "Yeah!" He exclaimed. I was happy that he enjoyed my meal. "I'll go see if I made enough for leftovers" I tell him. I grab his plate and walk over to the kitchen. I look in the pots and pans. "Theres only enough left in here to feed one of us, but you can have it" I tell him. "Th-thanks!" He says in an exicting way. He must have loved this meal. I thought it was pretty "okay" but whatever.

I put the rest of the food on his plate and give it to him. "Thank you!" He says in a joyful tone. I nod, I then sit down to finish my breakfast. About five minutes pass and Mudoria's done eating..Sure it took longer than last time but damn... I had finished my plate by then anyways. I take his plate with mine and put it in the sink. After I put the dishes by the sink I reach for the soap. I then realized something...I'm treating everything as if this were MY home.

"A-are you okay?" He asked. "Y-yeah, I'm just getting so you used to your home, I'm treating it like mine.." He chuckled. I scratched the back of my head in embarrassment. "Oh, y-you're fine." He said in a gentle tone. After that I washed the current dishes, and the other dishes that he had, which weren't many. He cleaned off the table and and sat on his couch, he then motioned me to come sit with him. I did.