Cast The Die

Chapter Thirty-Three

When I took myself for a tour around the cabin, I found a small bookshelf in one of the bedrooms, it didn't hold many books on it, but I picked one up anyway and started to read. It wasn't a good book, and I don't say that very often. It was about a girl who fell in love with a boy, they got married and had children, she fell terminally ill and then the book ended when she died. I predicted everything that was going to happen except when they called their child Winston, it was a girl. When I got up to get another book, I noticed it was 2pm, I was starving, and I haven't spoken to Cole since he kissed me.

I looked in the kitchen cupboards to see what there was, I found a packet of creamy tomato sauce and just enough pasta for two people. I'm not a great cook, it was never something that interested me, and my Dad was the chef of the house. If he didn't cook, we would just order pizza. I turned on the radio and found a station that played songs I'd heard of, the first one I heard was Come Together by The Beatles. I turned up the volume and began cooking, I even found an apron hanging on one of the shelves, so I decided to look the part.

"Are you this messy all of the time?" Cole's voice startled me, and I turned around to see him laughing.

"No, I'm not actually" I smiled. "I just have zero clue on what I'm doing" I said looking at the mess I'd made.

"What are you trying to make?" he asked.

"Pasta" I said quietly. He burst out laughing and then covered his mouth.

"It looks like you're trying to make a three-course meal. Why do you have two pans?" he asked.

"One for the pasta and one for the sauce" I said, like it was obvious. He started laughing again.

"You only need one" he laughed. "Here, sit down" thank God. I threw the apron down, sat at the table and watched him stir the sauce into the pasta.

"Were you a chef before you became a drug dealer?" I joked, but instantly regretted it. I thought he was going to throw the pan at the window, but to my surprise, he laughed.

"Now we're making jokes?" he smiled.

"Just trying to lighten the mood" I replied. He kept stirring the pasta and added in some other ingredients. "Garlic? Really?" I said, hoping he would get the joke.

"Why wouldn't you want garlic?" he smirked. He knows exactly why. I looked away because my cheeks were flushed, and I didn't want him to see. When I looked back over, I caught him staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"The t-shirt" he said.

"What about it?" This is awkward. Does he want it back? I bet he regrets giving it to me. I feel like an idiot.

"I like it better on you" he smiled. I rolled my eyes but the butterflies in my stomach started doing backflips.