Bootstraps - Stand By Me
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One would think that after living in the same house for a few years, they would know to navigate it even in the dark.
I am not one of those people, and having to do it in front of a total stranger? Someone put me out of my misery.
"You have a fish?"
Speak of the devil.
I looked over my shoulder to glare at Dimitri, "His name is Mushu. Do not look at him, speak to him, or breathe in the direction of his tank. Here in my home, you are beneath his fins."
Followed by a laugh, he raised both his hands as if surrending, "I do not mean to intrude. I also have a betta. Her name is Anya, and unlike Mushu, she adores all the attention she can get."
It wasn't until after the second or third time I walked into the counter I had finally found the handle to the fridge. In my excitement at the thought of food, I had pulled the door open a bit too fast, resulting in my poor, poor knee getting bruised. But once I blindly grabbed what I knew was the leftover chicken casserole any residue of pain was quickly washed away.
"Do you like chicken? Or casserole?" As hard as I tried to be careful while placing the pan on the counter, the resounding thud was enough to have me (and most likely Dimitri) jump.
"How are we going to heat it up? If we end up eating it cold it's fine. I'm not picky," Dimitri replied, and dear god, can he stop talking with that accent?
"Well comrade, wait can I call you comrade? No don't answer that. My house, my rules."
"This is starting to sound like a dictatorship."
"Shush!" In my haste to get the tin foil off and try to shut Dimitri up I smacked my hand on his face, and...oh no...
My middle finger just had to go up his nose.
"I don't know about your comrade, but if my stomach does not get this deliciousness in the next minutes my hand may end up transforming your face inside out." To prove my statement correct, I decided to forgo a plate and start eating right out of the pan. With a fork of course, I'm not a cavewoman. How I haven't stabbed myself in the face I will never know.
"You do realize that casserole requires more than just chicken, scalloped potatoes, and cheddar cheese right?" What? How dare he!
"I'm not one for cooking. The same goes for my parents. We're not home often enough to make actual food. Once the lights turn back on I'll show you all the ramen, easy five minute rice, and endless amount of junk food stored in our pantry. Plus, you have to just enjoy the simple things in life," I paused, taking in the silence, "Half of our food went rotten yesterday, otherwise this would have been so much better."
I heard a clink from the silverware he was using and alongside me, Dimitri had started to take small bites right out of the pan.
Batting my fork against his as he went for another bite, I scooped what I hope was a good portion onto one side, "Whoa! See this side, not that we can see properly right now, but this side is my side! That one is yours! Unless you want to lose a hand I suggest that you eat your portion." Food was heaven. Food was life.
"I highly doubt that you evened our portions. For a simple dish, it's very delicious."
He was just asking for my middle finger up his nose again.
Author's Note:
This will take some time to get back into, I'm not used to typing in first person and I'm slowly emerging myself back into writing. If patience is not what you want at this point because of the years wait, then I don't know what to tell you. I was not lying when I promised that I would try to finish this. This was just a starter chapter, and hopefully the next chapter will be at least over 1k words. It was very difficult since it is 5:30 in the morning and it took me two and a half hours to get only 600 words in. Any more information you can read on my profile, it will describe all in detail of what I wish to do for this year.
Until next time my lovelies.