Before You Go

Chapter 4

                                           "Hope"
Before...
For the next week, I spent most of my days at Chloe’s place checking up on her and helping her out a but while she was slowly recovering.

Luca had to go back home because he had some urgent family issues. I wanted to go back with him but he told me that it would be better I stayed behind and took care of Chloe. Thankfully this all happened during the first year break so we weren't worried about missing classes or failing a course.

Chloe and I had gotten pretty close over this past month and with the way things are going we might end up getting even closer but who knows. Only time can tell though.

"Earth to Olly" She said snapping her fingers

"Oh what sorry" I responded turning my attention to her

"Could you please pass me the salt?" She asked pointing to the salt shaker that was on the dining table.

"Sure thing" I said walking up to the table.

I picked up the salt shaker from the table and handed it to her and went back to sit on the table and watched her work. I offered earlier to help her with lunch but she didn’t accept my offer. Said she wasn't a baby that needed to be pampered anymore.

I'm pretty glad that she's able to move on her own now without groaning in pain or stumbling over.

"The last time you stared at me like that for too long it didn’t end well for you" she said without turning to face me

"I can still feel the pain from that textbook you threw at me" I responded while laughing off the memory of that day at the library.

"This time it would be a kitchen knife" She said this time turning around to face me with a knife in her hand.

I raised my hands up in defeat and put them over my eyes as a sign to show that I'm not looking anymore which made her laugh a bit. She turned around to continue cooking.

"Any news from Luca ever since he left" She asked

"Yeah we talked before I came over today" I said to her "What exactly it is are you making" I asked her because I couldn't decipher what exactly she was making.

"I'm gonna make spaghetti" she responded "I make my special sauce first before I add the pasta Into it and mix it all up together" she added

From where I was sitting I could now see her adding the spaghetti into the mix. Five minutes later she called out to me to set the table cause the "delicacy" as she called it was finally ready.

I got up and picked up two white ceramic plates and forks from her silver plate rack and placed them parallel to each other so that we could see ourselves face to face while we ate. I also grabbed two glasses and a bottle of apple juice from the fridge (What's a meal without something sweet to drink)

She poured the spaghetti into a bowl and brought it down to the dining table and it smelt totally divine. I was practically drooling.

We sat down to eat and from the first bite it's safe to say that I have been making it all wrong all my life.

"How is it?" She asked me with an arched eyebrow " Do you like it?" She added

"I don't like it" I responded taking a deep breath "I FUCKING LOVE IT" I screamed as I lifted a spoonful of spaghetti into the air as if I just lifted Excalibur from the stone.

This little gesture made her burst out laughing.

"Well I am a master chef" She replied with a smile as she did a little hair flip