Don't Fall In Love!

Chapter 18: A Not-So-Called-Date, Mate

sorry for the tyyyypooos.... and sorry if it's shooooort....

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Fried Chicken.

We all heard this dish before, right since we were young.

It's a common dish that almost everyone serves everyday. The same ol' dish over by the century. It hasn't changed.

But with mom? the same old fried chicken that you taste in your life, is much more different than her style of cooking it.

It's a lot more tastier, crispier and juicier...

I don't really know how to express how good it is. It's better than the ones in fast food chains. Just so.... mouthwatering.

Just the scent of those neatly placed fried chicken on a plate is starving me.

 My eyes sticked up to the pieces of chicken, eager to take a bite of it.

As I turned around, I noticed Garren's eyes were just secretly savoring for it, too.

"Honey, mind leading the prayer for us?" Mom asked Dad.

Dad's busy eyes got interupted and slightly widened. "Uh... okay."

"Let's all bow our heads down." Mom quietly ordered.

Before me and Garren bowed down, mom and dad offered their hands to both sides.

I held dad's hands, while he held Sam's, and he held mom's, on the other hand, she held Garren's other hand.

My heart pumped loudly and uncontrollably. The anxiety and happiness found its way to collide once again in my heart and mind. And, it wasn't a good feeling, nor a bad one.

He politely stared at me, clueless of what I am feeling deep inside.

He raised his hand and offered it to me.

Shaking, my hands were terribly shaking.

I hate feeling like this, like, so much!

C'mon Rachael, calm down, just grab his hand. C'mon!

The most cause of making me feel is hearing his sweet words, his smile, the way he shows his affection and most especially, the contact of any part of his body. Hair, chest, back, hands or even his feet! It just brings a different feeling to me.

I nervously and almost reluctantly, grabbed his hand.

I felt the warmth of his hands, and how it increased my heart rate in just moments. Who gave him this power? to make me feel nervous and happy and confused at the same time?

The opposite of the temperature of his hand, mine was cold and shivering.

"Bless us, Oh Lord and these thy gifts which we are about to receive from thy bounty, though Christ our Lord, Amen." We prayed.

I was afraid that I am going to be crazy if my hands stays a little more longer in his hold, so I slipped it away from him just before the last word was spoke out.

In my luck, Garren didn't notice my actions, yet he did notice one little thing.

"Are you stressed out again? your hand's quite wet and cold. Somehow trembling, too." He whispered.

"U-Uh, no, no. Not at all. My hands are always like that." I answered.

He politely smiled and shrugged in satisfaction.

I looked away immediately, trying to hide out my stammering that would possibly lead him to being curious.

I know he has an idea that I am lying. One, because I'm bad at it, two, because he always knows when I tell a lie. He has been with me since we were a child, and he had learned the signs whenever I am not telling the truth.