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You don’t realize that the water had stopped running in the kitchen. Someone puts both their hands on your shoulders. You jump and whip your head around. “Nice,” said Chris observing the cards. He sits down beside you and helps you finish the last flashcard. He looks up and grins. You grab the cards and start reviewing them again. When you’re done you say awkwardly, “Uh, I guess I should call my Mum now.” “Yea,” hen. Ten minutes later, your Mum’s car pulls up and you ride on home.

Created by: scumbag
  1. What is your age?
  2. What is your gender?
  1. “Erin!” the sudden shout interrupts your thoughts. You snap the phone shut, fumbling to put it back where you found it. Chris’s back was turned to you. You got up and started down the hall again to the kitchen. “Yeah?” you ask him as you enter. “Hey, soup’s on. You ok enough to come in here?” he asks you. You stare at him, through those gray eyes. You wondered what was really behind those eyes. What were behind yours? “Uh yea,” you answer him. You were surprised to see him pull a chair out for you and then go to the stove to transfer the onion soup into two bowls.
  2. He set a spoon in each bowl. He sets a bowl in front of you. The bowl was white with dime sized magenta polka dots bordering the rim. It reminded you of your own Mum’s bowls that were passed down from your grandma. “Where are your parents anyways?” you ask Chris suddenly. He takes his time to answer as he goes over to get his bowl. When he finally sets it down he says, “Eh, my mum’s working.” It was quiet for a while as he slurps down his soup. He looks up at you and asks, “Aren’t you going to eat?” You remembered when you asked if Ryan was going to eat your fudge. Now here was Chris asking you if you were going to eat your soup that he homemade. You smiled. “Yeah I will. Just waiting for it to cool,” you said.
  3. “Anyways, does your mom go to work every day at this time?” you ask. He nods. “Well… don’t you get… lonely?” you ask him. You thought about how you would die without your brothers snoring lightly next to you at night when your Mum had to go take Willy to the hospital. Chris shrugs. “That bother you?” he asks raising an eyebrow. That made your heart pump blood to the capillaries of your face which resulted in extreme rash blushing. You bent down and quick slurp the French onion Gratin soup. It was surprisingly good, blasting with flavor: the warm sting of juice packed onion strips, the toasted melted cheese, luscious broth, and perfectly melted butter, crisp and spongy French bread floating atop. The only thing that made you lurk back from your spoon was the extreme heat it was radiating.
  4. It was hot. It was too hot for your mouth. The broth dribbled down your chin to your shirt, your tongue dangled out like extra toilet paper on a roll. You quick glance at Chris. He was still looking at you. When you glance at him he turns his head quick and stifles a laugh. The blood vessels at your face triggers even more blush to your cheeks and your ears were burning as well. You looked at him again. He was so cute. You look back at your soup. Why did you think that?
  5. You didn’t dare look at Chris or else your face would ignite on fire. “Hey,” said Chris. “Huh?” you murmur. “Am I really that hot?” he says. Your face was scorching now. You give him a look. He was smirking. You held the look as your foot travels over to kick him. He knew you were going to do that. Your foot hit his chair leg which gave him enough time to prison your feet again. This time he gathered both your feet in his. His eyes are smirking.
  6. You attempt to move your feet. They were chained. No way could you go anywhere if Chris remained firm and locked. You lifted a corner of your upper lip at him. You leaned back on your chair and you ask him, “Where’d you learn how to make the soup?” “Eh… a manga book,” he mutters. “You mean those books that are written backwards with girls that have really big eyes?” you ask him. “Yeah,” he says. “I didn’t think you’d read those types of books,” you scoff. “So what? It was a pretty good series and had a lotta great recipes that I could make my Mum sometime,” he answers. “Onion soup’s her favorite by the way,” he adds. You nod.
  7. “Hey, you still need new notecards?” you ask him. “No duh, totally,” snorted Chris. “I guess I can do them for you after this, I memorized the cards. Prophase, Metaphase, Cytokinesis, and interphase are the ones she took,” you say. He stares at you. “Whoa. You go girl. You remember half of them in an hour and I take like a week!” he exclaims. “And your soup’s cool by now,” he adds. “Oh,” you say as you spoon some into your mouth. You finish before him and get up to put it in the sink. You couldn’t get up. His feet were still locked around yours. He wasn’t looking at you. He was still eating his slowly as if he didn’t notice he still had you locked under the table.
  8. You tried to wrench your feet out. They swing back to the same position. You kicked, you wriggle around some more. “Chris, let go…” you grumble. You grab your spoon and thock him on the head with it. He doesn’t move. You thock him harder. He took his spoon and thocks your head. There was a clinking of spoons. A meeting of mail and armor. Spoon war. He won. He had both spoons in his hand, leaving you empty handed. His feet were still locked to yours. You snarl at him and lean back on your chair. He smirks at you. You look away.
  9. Five minutes later, he lets you go. He walks over to the pot and asks you “Want any seconds?” You shake your head. “You sure?” he asks. “Yea,” you reply. He puts your bowl in the sink. He sits down again at the table. “Chris, you have any notecards?” you ask. “Yea, in my backpack,” he replies. You get up and walk to the living room. As you walk in, you stop to stare at Chris’s cell phone. You close your eyes and turn your head to your right. There, your eyes hit Chris’s backpack. The sink water in the kitchen goes on. Chris was washing the dishes. You zip open his backpack and take out a stack of blank notecards. You take out four notecards and a pencil. You start drawing the pictures and writing down the descriptions on one side and putting the main word on the front.
  10. You don’t realize that the water had stopped running in the kitchen. Someone puts both their hands on your shoulders. You jump and whip your head around. “Nice,” said Chris observing the cards. He sits down beside you and helps you finish the last flashcard. He looks up and grins. You grab the cards and start reviewing them again. When you’re done you say awkwardly, “Uh, I guess I should call my Mum now.” “Yea,” he says. You stand up to put on your shoes and use Chris’s home phone in the kitchen. Ten minutes later, your Mum’s car pulls up and you ride on home.

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