My Boyfriend's a Nightmare

An Informal Dinner

Noah watched the movies some more, falling into the endless loop of the TV as Carrie fell asleep on his shoulder. As the day went on, he'd had enough of the overdramatic deaths and stopped right before his father's movie was coming on. He was sick of lying in bed at this point and now got up, before hearing Carrie mumble as she cuddled on his shoulder some more.

He froze. He'd forgotten Carrie was on him, her warmth had blended with his so well that he didn't notice her anymore. He lifted her head, slowly lying on her pillow before getting up and walking to the door. He pulled on his jeans again when the door creaked open.

"Carrie? Noah?" Wednesday looked around before catching sight of Noah, hushing her as he pointed to the sleeping Carrie. She nodded before motioning Noah out of the room as he reluctantly followed her, lacking his shirt. She quietly shut the door before looking at the boy in front of her.

"She's asleep so soon?"

"Yeah, we kind of started watching movies and before I knew it, she was out cold."

"Sounds about right, though she's usually a night owl."

"I could see that," Noah looked at Wednesday, "what did you need me for?"

"Oh, I just came to tell you two that dinner is ready."

"It is? Alright, let me go throw on my shirt and then we can eat-,"

"Don't trouble yourself, it will just be an informal dinner between the two of us. I still have a lot to learn about you, Krueger."

"Alright then,"

When Noah got down there, he couldn't believe his eyes. Sitting in front of him was a well-cooked meal, something he'd never gotten since he'd left.

"I admit, I made an informal meal as well. Carrie always enjoyed my potato and meat lovers' soup with fresh bread from the bakers. However, I don't get fresh bread from the bakery here, I make my own." Wednesday smiled as Noah began stuffing his face with the food.

"Well, your cooking is absolutely amazing!"

"Thank you, my grandmother and butler taught me how to make that."

"What's in the soup?"

"Broth, potatoes, bacon, some herbs, and venison."

"Venison? How exotic!"

"Not in this area," Wednesday looked at him, "I can tell you've been traveling for a long time. Never got to experience any big culinary meals, did you?"

"My dad used to cook, he was great at kabobs."

"I can see that."

"He used to make dessert kabobs, those were my favorite as a kid."

"Dessert kabobs?"

"It was like cheesecake squares, brownie pieces, and pineapple all dipped in chocolate and frozen. They were the best."

"Well Noah, I might try to make those for you."

"Really?" Noah looked up at Wednesday, "you'd do that for me?"

"Oh, of course, you're a guest here after all! We are a very hospitable family Noah."

"Wow, you guys are more of a family than my dad ever was."

"I am glad we could be your second family Noah..."

"Well," Noah looked down at his empty plate and bowl, "would you like me to put this away?"

"Oh, I'll do it. You deserve some rest tonight, it's been a long day."

"It has..."

"Well then, sweet nightmares Noah..." Noah got up from the table and walked towards the door, seeing Wednesday cleaning his area.

"Sweet nightmares to you too, Wednesday."

Noah closed the door and left as Wednesday turned towards him and smiled. Something about him contrasted his father highly, but also made him a lot like someone she knew well.