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15 | Fall On Me

So, this might be the longest one yet. Enjoy, my rosy tulips!

♬ ✥*

Harry.

Five minutes. 

That's how long it took about me being in Serenity's kitchen before she kicked me out to watch from the sidelines.

Somehow, I managed to nip several fingers with a knife only a few seconds into chopping some carrots. She caught the container that held the chicken broth before it fell onto the floor, some still spilling from it. I turned the stove on high heat, rather than low, and walked into an open upper cupboard, nearly falling over.

I was utterly useless in the kitchen, and it was safer for both of us for me to just get out.

Serenity, however, wasn't bothered or angered by my actions. Instead, she simply laughed — at all of my failures.

She said how I made millions of dollars daIly with my sharp mental capabilities but was lethal with doing anything physically helpful.

That was the reason why I ordered out — other than the fact that I had zero time to bother with actually attempting to learn any culinary skills.

While the soup was simmering on the stove, Serenity stepped out to grab something that she ran out of. She demanded that I sit completely still in the living room and not move from my spot.

It was honestly embarrassing, but I did what was told. While she was gone, I had another mental conversation with myself about Essie. I told myself that I couldn't make any moves on Essie. I was alone, yet I still felt like my heart was judging me. 

When Serenity came back, only ten minutes later, holding a paper cup, and a bag from the Quaint Corner Café — she brought me a blueberry muffin. However, she said I could only have it later, just in case my stomach acts up again.

That woman was a saint.

Suddenly, a sound of a phone ringing echoed from somewhere in the apartment. Making my way towards the muffled tune, Serenity rushed trying to find it. By the time I reached device, she'd hit her hand against the kettle, tripped over her ankles, and was catching her breath when she stood in front of me, a dopey grin on her face. Handing it to her, she thanked me quietly, before answering the call.

"Hey, Mars. ... I'm good, you? ... Um, yeah, he's still here ..." she trailed off quietly, and a sudden piercing shriek was heard from the other line, removing the phone away from her ear. She looked at me with an apologetic look, before continuing her conversation, "... You trying to make your friend deaf? Next time, warn me, eh? ... How's Luna? ... Wait, why can't you take her with you? ... What about River? ..."

Even when he's not around, that fucker was still around.

"... I guess. I'll ask and text you. That work? ... Right, love you too."

Serenity ended her call, placing the phone on the kitchen counter. Her eyes were direct on me, but she was biting her bottom lip, unsure of something she clearly wanted to say.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, sorta, kinda — um, no actually." A short chuckle escaped her lips. "Something came up and Mars won't be home for a couple days. River's gone to open up her shop, so she's going to have to bring her back soon. I know you have allergies, but I —"

There was doubt or guilt in her eyes, but I only swallowed deeply, not wanting to go through with my next words. "I can leave if that's what you're trying to say."