From The Day I Met You

Omelets & Landry

"Basically, you're gonna live alone from now on." My mom winks at me.

Stop the tape, you can clearly see me standing horrified infront of my mother, who was carrying a huge suitcase, plane tickets in her hands, while giving me a peace sign.

How did this happen? I have no idea. I woke up today like any other day, expecting it to go like always. But BOY, was I wrong.

As soon as I left my room this morning, I noticed three strange things : First off, my mother was fully dressed for going out. That doesn't happen on a Sunday morning... And then, there was a huge suitcase next to her, and of course that doesn't happen either.

The third, of course, was the fact that there was no breakfast on the table.

The explanation?

My wonderful mother suddenly decided to move to New York, and live in apartment with my dad, leaving me all alone to "learn to take care of myself." And all I could do was stand and watch, wishing her well and waving happily, because, who wouldn't want to live alone?

WRONG. I begged her to stay, cried, played the victim but nothing worked. I mean for God's sake, I can't even do my own laundry.

After hearing the door close, and watching the taxi go away, I do what any mature and definitely not spoiled girl would do.

I call James.

Twenty minutes later, after a lot of arguing and swearing on the phone James was here, trying to teach me how to make an omelet.

"BREAK THE DAMN EGG, DON'T JUST PET IT." James shouts at me, he clearly would rather be anywhere but here.

"I'M TRYING." The egg shell finally cracks, and I manage to open it and put it in the frying pan.

"Finally." James sighs out of relief, I've been trying to do this for 5 minutes. "Even I'm not this spoiled."

"Shut up." I roll my eyes at him, but inside I'm grateful he came to help me.

After carefully cooking the eggs, James and I quietly eat our breakfast, tired of our bickering from earlier. When our stomachs are finally full ; James was ready for the next step :  helping me do my Landry. But to do that...

"You need to clean your room." If we were in an anime right now, there would be a drop of sweat falling down my cheekbone.

This is bad.

Just as I expected, as soon as James opens the door to my room, he is frozen in place. His eyes had that "are you kidding me" look before glaring at me.

To me it wasn't that big of a deal, it was just clothes everywhere, food on my desk, juice boxes and random plates.

But to a clean freak like him...

"I am NOT helping you with this." He says, but he still gets inside and inspects the room.

"Please, please, please, please," I follow him, giving him my best pleading look.

He seems to hesitate first, looking away from me, but I force him to look my way, and I already know he gave in. "YES!"

But in my excitement, I accidently trip on what seemed to be a pile of clothes, my arms swing into the air as I brace myself for the contact.

When I open my eyes, I was looking at a yellow shirt. I blink. I don't own any yellow shirts.

Then it hits me.

I lift off my face to look at at a very embarassed James, I was once again laying on top of him, my head on his chest. This is fun. "Hey there handsome." I wink at him.

He looks horrified, rolling quickly away from me into the nearest corner of my room. "One day you'll fall in love with me." I giggle before getting up and wiping the dust off my jeans.
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He doesn't reply and instead throws me a landry bag. "Ok so, start by sorting your clothes by color, then we'll sort them by type of fabric. Is that okay?" James takes a bag and starts throwing all the countless snickers wrappers that were on my desk.

"Okie dokie, thanks so much for this." I shoot him a grateful smile and he nods.

"You owe me chocolate bars for this." He says before leaving the room.

An hour later, after James teaches me how to sort clothes by fabric and using the washing machine, I proudly close its door, for once it was satisfying to watch the constant rolling of the clothes inside it. We did it.

I jump into James's arms again, hugging him tightly, and he smiles before hugging me back. "You finally did it you dummy." He chuckles.

"All thanks to my best friend." I let him go after a while. "You wanna hang out a bit?" I ask him, hopeful.

James checks the clock, it was currently 2PM, and I was quite hungry, and I'm sure he was too.

"Sure, you want to order takeout? My treat." James answers and I nod happily.

"No, I'll pay since you helped me so much today." I smile and I hand him the phone. "But you call." James chuckles, he knows I'm too scared to order on the phone.

He successfully orders a pepperoni pizza, and we both collapse on the couch, sighing and eagerly waiting for our meal to arrive, and sure enough, it did. I pay the delivery guy and go back . James was watching a random show on TV.

"You mind if we listen to some music?" I ask as we both grab a piece of pizza.

"Let me guess, TWICE?" He asks, amused, I was already browsing through my TWICE playlist.

"You know it baby."  Fancy starts playing and I dance immediately to the tune, with my weirdest moves, and James watches me, laughing hard and chocking on his pizza.

I join his laughter and he soon starts dancing with me too, his moves weirder than mine. "OOOh work it." I giggled, the pizza long forgotten. I had no idea I could bring out this side of him. I loved it.

We soon get tired and sit on the couch again in our usual position, with my head on his shoulder. We just sit in silence, looking blankly at the TV and before I knew I fall asleep, hearing the steady breathing of James next to me.