All Because Of Him

forty one.

Using the wooden spoon beside me, I continued to stir the cream in the cast iron skillet that rested upon the stove. I hummed in satisfaction, pleased with how the dinner had turned out. I looked at the clock, 6:42 P.M., they should be coming down any second now.

I wanted to do something nice tonight, and make dinner for us all to eat. With all the nights I've stayed here, we still haven't had dinner altogether. Everyone either gets dinner separately, or doesn't eat. Sometimes Jessica and I will go out and eat ourselves, but at least once I wanted to eat at the table.

Earlier today I hurried off to the grocery store and bought all the ingredients needed for creamy tuscan chicken, one of my favorite dinner meals. I went around the store for what seemed like hours trying to find a good side dish for it, and decided on grilled asparagus and sourdough bread.

I was a bit nervous, I've never cooked dinner for anyone besides my family, and I know if it isn't 5 star chef worthy Mason would be the first to let me know.

I haven't seen him since last night, I wonder where he always runs off to during the day. Does he really spend his whole day hooking up with random girls? I wouldn't be surprised.

"Shit," I cursed under my breath as my finger accidentally touched the edge of the burning hot skillet. I immediately brought my finger up to my hand, and gently sucked the burnt area of skin.

"Mmm, what's that smell?" Jessica asked as she walked into the kitchen, taking in her surroundings. I tried to clean as I went along, but we all know how that goes.

"Dinner." I answered. A surprised look crossed her face as she turned her head toward the dining room table, eyes scanning the plates and silverware already set up.

"What's the occasion?" She asked, as I squeezed some lemon on top of the food.

"No occasion, I just thought it'd be nice. Plus, for as long as I've known you I haven't not once seen your family using the dining room table." I looked over at Jessica and realized she was dressed, makeup on her face-hair done and everything.

"Were you going somewhere?" I asked, and Jessica opened her mouth before closing it and opening it again.

"Just to Shawn's for dinner." Well I felt like an idiot. Why did I think everyone would suddenly be available tonight? I should have made sure everyone's schedules were clear.

"Oh," I said right as Mason stormed down the stairs. Just as Jessica did before him, he looked around the kitchen with a confused look plastered on his face.

"What's going on?" He asked. Mason also looked dressed, even though he was in his normal attire- black jeans and black tshirt. I wanted to ask where he is going but a part of me didn't want to hear the answer.

"Elle made us dinner." Jessica told him. The expression on Mason's face never changed, it looked like he couldn't care less.

"Well I had other plans for dinner." He said, and I felt myself growing irritated.

"Let me guess," Jessica began, "blond and bitchy?" My insides were turning from the question. I didn't want to listen to this.

"More like brunette and easy." He answered. I thought the answer couldn't be any worse than Sofia but I was wrong. I can't keep track of all the girls he's been with, I wouldn't even know where to begin.

"Fine," I huffed, turning off the stove and untying the apron that was around my waist, taking it off in anger and tossing it onto the counter. "I'll just eat it myself tonight, and put the leftovers in the fridge."