Melancholy

As Red As Tomato

Vern Vincent

Things between Kiaan and me were going great. Its was his birthday. I had everything planned. I managed to get permission to stay over at Myra's. I had arranged my gifts long ago. I had ordered a shirt for him because he does not accept anything which as no use. So, I stuck to buying him a shirt. The funniest part was I made Antony get it for me from Paris, before even he knew who Kiaan was. The shirt was special because our names were carved on it's thin silver collar broach. Antony didn't doubt, because I had given four names to him, VERN, KIAAN, AVA AND ALEX. All four of it was us, but he thought we all are different people.

 Now he knows though.

"V, your gift" Alya asked. I walked out of the kitchen with the aproan still on and pointed out to the table. "oh... okay.!"

"I heard you bought him a shirt?" Dean asked, still looking at the TV screen.

"You better stop playing that X-Box, before I kick your ass out asshole." I scolded. "And, yes! I did."

"Babe...." I heard Myra from the kitchen."I burned the pizzas!!!!" I sprinted in so she doesn't burn an other one.

"what the....." I shook my head, looking into the oven. I turned around and looked at the guy standing in the middle of the kitchen completely covered in flour "Oh god!! Not again!!"

"I'm sorry" Richard tuned around with a puppy face. I giggled at him.

Aghhh..... this guy is so cute

"Its okay Richie." I assured him. " I guess we have enough pizza for everyone."

"You weren't allowed in the kitchen anyway. Why the fuck did you come?" Myra barked at him.

"I just wanted to help!" he added a pout to his puppy face.

Oh god this guy.... he is what again? Eighteen? Well, he acts like a three year old.

So innocent and pure. ufff.....

"Oh... Sweetie... Get out!!" Myra rebuked.

"Hey, it's okay... I'll take that, why don't you go clean up." I took the flour's container and the cloth from his hand. He smiled widely, before leaving the kitchen. I cleaned up the mess, before I turned to make the burgers.

Well, they all are hungry basterds.

"I'm tired." Myra pouted.

"Well... Not yet darling, you got to make pasta."

Yes! they are hungry basterds

"Aghhh... " She slowly made her way to making pasta.

"Can I help" Richard popped his head through the kitchen door.

"Yes!"

"No!" Myra and I spoke simultaneously. He looked from her to me and then back to her for a few times. And gave me a puppy face again.

"Come help me with the burger patties."

"You are not even going to take a step forward unless you have a death wish!" Myra's words stopped him in his track.

"My... Let him." She looked and me in disbelief and then rolled her eyes before turning to her pasta. I smiled at him. He jumped his way to me before making a victory dance in front of Myra.

"Ouch..." Richard rubbed his head where Myra threw a spatula at. She started to do a victory dance.

Again... What's their age? Eighteen?