Hello! I'm sorry for any mistakes. This is my first time writing a fan fiction. I don't own Star Wars. Fingers crossed, that someone likes this. ha

Everything was falling apart. The life you created for yourself was flashing before your eyes. You were so torn. So you did what you did best and you ran. It was your go to move when things got tough. If you hide yourself away , you wouldn't have to make a decision.

The planet was falling apart. The Resistance is now winning the battle. It would be easy to jump in a TIE fighter with all the other First Order members that were fleeing. No one would notice.

That is exactly what you did. You ran away from the snow covered trees and back into the base amid all the chaos. You tired to not pay attention to all of the yelling and the blaster fire. The last thing you wanted to do was to get caught in the fight again. The mission was to get on a ship and get the hell off of this decaying planet.

Lucky for you, there was a TIE fighter ready to go right by the entrance of the hanger. No doubt someone else had prepared it for them self but you didn't care. You jumped in the fighter and took off. As you were flying away from the base, you willed yourself to not think about the events that were going on below. You didn't want to think about everyone you were leaving behind but in the back of your mind you hoped they would be okay.

Once out of the planets orbit, you went into hyperdrive.

364 days ago

I hate this! Such utter bullshit. You thought to yourself.

When you joined the first order a few months ago, you thought you would get some badass job but this is the crap you ended up with. You were assigned to work in the kitchen. Being a mindless Storm Trooper, would be better than this. They should have at least given you a skills test because you are a terrible cook. One of these days you are going to mess up a higher ranking officers food and they will probably kill you because of it.

Overall it was a simple job. You had no idea why they didn't have droids doing the kitchen work. Perhaps, the First Order liked a personal touch to their crappy food. The head cook, Marge, avoided giving you anything tough to do. She found out pretty quickly that you were useless. The first day on the job she gave you the task of cutting vegetables. Of course, you were a klutz and had managed to cut your finger resulting in blood getting all over the dinner vegetables. After that, you basically washed the dishes and cleaned off the tables in the cafeteria.

One night, you were alone in the kitchen. You were cleaning up and were about to retire for the night, when a Storm Trooper walked in.

" Commander Ren, has requested a meal to be prepared for him." He said.

" Oh, well the kitchen is basically closed up. I can grab a cook for you if you would like" you responded.

"I don't think it would be best to keep the Commander waiting"

" Okay, I'll start working on something right away"

Well shit. Tonight is the night you are going to die. You can't cook and the most dangerous man in the First Order has basically requested for you to make him a meal. I'm sure he will slice me into little pieces with his lightsaber.

After having a mini panic attack, you decided to make him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It was one of your favorite foods and you can't mess it up. So it was an obvious choice for you.

You walked out of the kitchen to give the Storm Trooper the tray of food but you couldn't find him. However, you did notice a note on the kitchen door stating what room the food needed to be taken to.

That little jerk! He ran out and left me to deliver the food. He probably didn't want to deal with Kylo Ren's wrath due to the dissatisfy food I prepared.

Your thoughts drifted from being encouraging to ones of how you were going to die. Your vote was on a force choke hold.

Before you knew it, you were in front of his door. The door opened before you had your hand up to knock. The slowly walked into his room , it was dark but there was small light at the table in front of you.

"What took you so long? I almost walked down to the kitchen myself to prepare a meal." You heard but you couldn't find where the mechanical voice was coming from. Kylo Ren slowly came out of the shadows and sat at the table in front of you.

"I'm sorry, Commander Ren. All of the cooks were gone and the kitchen was basically closed for the night"

" I don't want to hear your excuses. What did you bring me?" You sat down the tray of food on the table.

" What is this?!" He yells at you.

" It is a PB& J , Sir. Oh crap, I hope you aren't allergic to peanut butter. I'm sorry, I didn't even think of that"

" You are concerned about the peanut butter but I am more concerned with the fact that you thought it was okay to bring me a sandwich that a child would eat"

" I'm sorry. I can't cook very well. If I turned the stove on, you would have ended up with something burnt or the base would have caught fire. I thought this would be the safest option"

" Once again, I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses! Get out of my room ."

" If you would like, I can try and make something else for you."

" Just leave"

"Ok, I'll just take the sandwich and go."

"The sandwich stays but you can leave"

You hurried out the door before anything else could happen. You slowly made your way back to your room.

He didn't want me to toss the sandwich. So he must have liked it. Why throw a fit over it if he was going to eat it? He sure was dramatic over a damn sandwich.

The next day you were locking up the kitchen when a Storm Trooper walked in with a note.

Kitchen Girl,

PB & J with the crust cut off.

-KR

Well this is about to get interesting.