Don't leave me alone

Cake? You don't even like cake? (part 2)

Dave's pov-

Cake? He wants cake? I didn't respond as we stepped into the kitchen. I know I shouldn't ignore him, but what was I supposed to do. If I said yes, what could that mean for his memory? It could kick start something in his brain and his memory could be partly restored. But if I said no, he just wouldn't get cake. And he'd probably pout about it for a few minutes. I sighed. I decided to go against the latter. "Alright, I'll get you some cake. But I have a feeling you won't like it." I pointed at a chair out side the serving window of the kitchen. "Wait here." I walked past a black door that led in the back of the kitchen where the food was actually cooked. Around this time Jane was cooking lunch for everyone. "Jane?" I called out. "Back here!" Was the response. I walked even farther into the kitchen. Jane was standing in the back corner on a chair. She was trying to reach a mixing bowl. I walked up beside her with out her noticing me and reached up for the bowl. "Eep!" Jane squealed. "Sorry Jane." I handed her the bowl. She smiled at me. "Its okay Dave. I haven't seen you down here for quite some time. So what are you doing down here anyway?" I sighed. "John's awake now, you do know that right?" She shook her head. "I've been down here since he was brought here. Everyone keeps me in the dark." She looked down at the ground. It must be hard on Jane. Jane was his cousin and she didn't even know he had been in a coma until Dadbert had moved him to this faclity. And she hadn't even know that he was awake. It must be hard. "I'll keep you updated more often." She looked up at me. " Really?" I nodded. "Of course. You need to know what going on. He is your family after all." She smiled again. "Anyway, I'm here because I mentioned to John that he should eat something. Well he wants cake." She frowned. "But he doesn't like cake." I nodded. "I know but he doesn't. So i was wondering instead of making your cake from scratch like normal. Can you make one from a Betty Crooker box?" She sighed. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this. It goes against everything I am but I will do this for you. For John."

I walked back up to the serving window. John was still sitting in the chair that I told him to wait in. I tapped onto the side of the window. He looked up at me. "We're going to have to wait on the cake. Is there anything else you want?" He nodded. "Can I have a sandwhich?" I smiled. Of course. I knew what kind I could make him. His favorite. Which was the weridest thing I had ever seen him eat. It was a sandwhich that consisted of two slices of bread, both covered in mayo, with lettuce and cheeze it crakers inbetween. I thought it was pretty gross but I've seen him eat it on more than one occasion so I'm guessing it was good. I quickly put it together and passed it through the window. He looked at it suspicously. I smiled at him. He picked it and took a small bite. His face scruntched up at first but then he smiled. He swallowed the bite he had and looked up at me. "How is it?" He took another bite. "Its yummy!" He said around a piece of sandwhich. He sounded so much like a kid. "Dave, the cake is done." That was fast. But it was Jane who was cooking it, and she was the heir to the Crooker Corporation.

"Here, you John." I placed the cake in front of him. I knew that he wasn't going to like this. He was probably going to flip his shit. I slid him a fork. He stabbed the cake with the fork. He picked up the piece he had stabbed and stuck it in his mouth. His face scruntched more than it had when he bit into the sandwhich. He gluped down the piece he just stuck in his mouth. He shoved the plate away from him like a kid would if he was forced to eat vegetables. "You don't like it?" I asked grabbing the fork and taking the plate. I cut a piece of cake and stabbed it with the fork. I stuck the piece into my mouth. He shook his head. "No! You know that I don't like cake." I shrugged. I guess the cake thing worked. And some of his memory was back since he said that I knew that he didn't like cake. Even though he was the one that asked for some. I placed the cake on the counter. "Thanks for the cake, Jane. We're heading out now. See you at diner." I walked back through the black door. "See you Dave!" I grabbed John's hand. "Let's walk some more." John nodded and we left the kitchen. Time for some more adventures.

(A/N: I don't know how good this story is but I hope you guys are enjoying it. Please send me some feedback and I'll see you in the next update. Bye!)