So this is just a nice little ending to the first chapter. There will be more to come but first I wanted to just tie this night/day up..I've got a four-day weekend but I am not making any promises.. ;)
"Anything's better than the vending machine dinners I've had every night," He said after realizing that James couldn't see him nodding from the other room. Edward looked away from the photographs hanging on the wall and walked towards where he saw James had gone earlier. " This looks as delicious as it smells," Edward told James as he pulled out a chair and sat down at the small table. James placed the bowls of stew onto the table and looked at Edward expectantly.
"What?" Edward asked slowly bringing the spoon of stew meat he had to his mouth back down to the bowl. "Are you one of those people who needs to pray before every meal? Should we be holding hands right now?"
James shook his head laughing under his breath. "No, but I thought that you might be I wanted to wait just in case. One can never be too careful." And on that note both James and Edward dug right in.
"So, I told you that I can't cook and that whole thing but you haven't told me why you cook at midnight. What is your thought process behind this?" Edward sat back, content with his full stomach and happy palate. For once he didn't have to eat vending machine food and with that his body was thankful.
"Timezone problems," James shrugged, leaning back. "I've spent a month living here, in America, but for some reason I just can't knock off the billions of years I spent living in Europe. Usually, I am up by now and making breakfast there but because it is still so early, or late, in the day, it's not quite time to make breakfast. Instead, I make whatever food I want, even if I don't want to eat it the moment it is ready, I can still package it up for my actual dinner tonight."
"That's a pretty good idea," Edward admitted. "then if you are tired after coming back from classes, you don't have to worry about making a meal or trying to find something you can actually eat. The foods already there for you just waiting to be heated up."
"Exactly," James stood up, grabbing both of their bowls. "I don't have to worry all day about what I have to make a decent dinner, the meal is already made. Did you want any more stew?" He turned around setting both of the bowls on the counter next to the sink.
"No, I am so stuffed," Edward replied standing up. "And now that I've had a good meal I am actually quite tired." He shuffled awkwardly for a second, unsure if he somehow missed the implied "everyone must wash their own bowls" thing that his parents do every time he comes over.
"Alright, before you leave though let me package some, I wouldn't want you to starve by the time morning comes around." James winked at Edward before packaging up stew into a tupperware container.
"Well, thank you for thinking about me," Edward replied. He grabbed the container from James's hand and walked to the door, James trailing right behind him. Opening the door, Edward turned around to say his goodbyes. "and thank you for the food altogether. It was delicious."
"You're welcome," James concluded." if you ever get sick and tired of vending machine food again and want some homemade food instead, you know where I live." And after a warm smile, James shut the door, leaving Edward out in the hallway grinning like a fool. Shaking himself out of it, he made his way back to his bedroom and found that his neighbor had finally fallen asleep which meant Edward could too.