Microwaved Love

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My eyes only linger for a few seconds on his sleeping face before I turn away. Staring at him while he sleeps seems a little strange, but he really is gifted with very beautiful looks and as hard as I try, I'm not immune to them. I allow a sigh to escape from my mouth as I stare at him for a second longer, and resist the urge to comb my fingers thoroughly through his silky mess of hair.

I close the door behind me quietly as I walk out of his room.

For a moment, my brain skips through the limited food options suitable for our dinner tonight. Should I order take away? Attempt to cook a meal for him? Or would that seem too much?

I open up the window to air out the room as I continue thinking, and check his kitchen for what he as avaliable. I don't find a lot, but what I do find includes most of the ingredients for a relatively simple traditional Greek recipe which my grandmother had taught me.

So, take away or no take away?

But in the end, my choice is decided for me because my phone decides to black out just as I start skimming through my contacts page.

Well I guess I'm not exactly the best cook around, but I won't set the kitchen on fire or anything.

The dish that I already had in mind doesn't take a long to make. I chop up the chicken pieces without cutting myself, wash the rice and finish squeezing juice from the lemons. There isn't any chicken stock around but that's alright. I toss everything into the bowl with some water, and set the soon to be soup on top of the stove at a medium heat.

Washing the dishes I had used, and a few which Seth had lying around, doesn't take a long time either so I still have another hour or so before I wake him up for dinner. I set the soup aside to stop it from burning and go back to his room to continue admiring his sleeping features.

He is there where I left him. I don't know what else I had expected, but Seth really doesn't seem to be the type who would do what they are told to, so I suppose I am relieved to see that he hasn't jumped out of the window to party at a club or something of the sort.

His skin seems to look less feverish now, or maybe that's just my imagination trying to console me. I feel incredibly useless as I just stare at him, not knowing what I can do to help.

Seth shifts and mumbles in his sleep.

I can see a bit of drool at the corner of his mouth, and this reminds me that Seth is just human after all. He isn't some immortal, flawless, superhero Greek god or something, even though he may look like one.

I pull his covers higher up to his neck, and kneel down next to his bed, resting my cheek down onto the mattress.

I can see why he has been the talk of the school since he got here. His stunner looks, and playboy attitude just seems to draw in girls like bugs to the beautiful, blossoming flower hidden behind the spider's web. One by one, they are caught in his spell. I can see it from the way their eyes glaze over whenever he walks by, the way their breaths catch whenever he speaks and the adoring smiles on their faces with just one look from him.

Of course this isn't referring to all the girls at school. We aren't all that hopeless, and half of the female population already have boyfriends. This is just the majority of the girls that are left. Even the quiet, studious types still look up whenever he walks into the room.

This leaves me with one question.

What am I doing here at his house? Why am I the one looking after him, and cooking him dinner when anyone would kill to be in my position?

Shouldn't that Abby girl be here? Or did Seth already dump her a couple of days ago? I don't exactly remember, but I think it might have been the cause of her break down after the text message she received in our last French class.