Don't kill me please! I have no excuse this time!

I've been bringing some old fandoms of mine and I've been writing other stories too, so please forgive me. It is hard having the entire story in my head but when I have to write it down my brain just freezes… That's why I write in class on my special notebook, then when I grab my computer I do everything but passing the story to the document…

Chapter 12 – Maybe Just Maybe

Flaky shoved Flippy into the bathroom and went back to the kitchen. She resumed her breakfast making. Something she had always been proud of herself had been her cooking. The few people she ever cooked for always congratulated her for her culinary abilities. Once she heard the water running she started chopping vegetables to add to the mix. Omelette was one of the first dishes her grandmother taught her to cook.

The red head gave a quick glance to the glass porcupine standing high on the shelf in the living room. A smile peeked on her lips, something that did not happen often after her dear grandmother passed away from this world into the next one.

She proceeded to mix the eggs with salt and some spices and pour it on the hot pan, wait for it to stir a little and then flip it over. After a while frying on hot butter she added the chopped vegetables and a little slice of ham. Finally, serving it on a clean plate with toast bread and a glass of-

She heard the stop of running water and some rummaging, then the sound of a creaking door.

"Uh…Flaky?"

The red head walked out of the kitchen to see the soldier dripping wet from the bathroom door.

"I found out you have a leak in your bathroom and uh…"

His arm came out showing his soaked clothes. Flaky blushed.

"A-a leak? Uh oh…"

Flippy blushed too. There was an awkward moment in which neither talked. Flippy was just bent over the opening of the door so only his head peeked over. But Flaky imagined that beyond that the green haired was completely naked.

"I know!"

The short girl ran to her room as she was hit by flooding memories. A few years ago, the small company she worked for got involved in some charity campaign in which the workers were to donate clothes. Flaky being perhaps the lowliest worker the office had, was the one in charge to take all the donated articles to the place where they received donations. After the long trip and all carrying of box after box, she left. A few days later, she found at the back of her car a jumpsuit which must had fallen from one of the boxes. For some unknown reason even to her, she kept it even when it was too big for her. But maybe, just maybe…

She found it at the bottom of the last box left to open. It still smelled of softener. She jumped back to the hallway and offered it to Flippy.

"It is the only thing I can offer you…but at least is something right? I just hope it fits you"

The green head nodded nervously, slipped back in, and closed the door. Flaky sighed. Now that she gave it a thought, this was the first time in her entire life when she received a man in her house for more than just a meal. Not that she received many people at her department or even when she lived with her grandmother. Once or twice she invited a friend from school for a little sleepover and once she had the unpleasant duty of keeping a drunk colleague from the office after a new year celebration.

She shrugged and continued with breakfast. As the short girl was setting the table, the soldier walked out of the bathroom wearing the jumpsuit.

"Your boyfriend sure is big" he exclaimed.

"Boyfriend?" the red head looked at him confused. He signaled the jumpsuit he wore.

"Ex boyfriend?"

"I-I've never had a boyfr-friend…" Flaky blushed almost as red as her hair and turned to look away.

"N-no? I-I'm sorry I just thought that…well this jumpsuit and…you…"

Both stood again in awkward silence.

"Is…is breakfast ready?"

"Uh, yes! It is!"

The red head fumbled with the omelettes and the rest of the breakfast trying to not look at the soldier in front of her. Flippy had his share of embarrassment of course. He fiddled with his fingers and looked to the door, to Flaky, then his hands and back to the door.

"I hope you like them…" Flaky smiled shyly before looking at him.

The green haired smiled back, pushing the embarrassing moment back in his head and seated across the table.

There wasn't much chat while both enjoyed breakfast, neither had they minded. Both used to spend their nourishments in silence. Silence only broken by the light sounds outside and the ofted clinging of the plates and utensils.

Once done, Flaky quietly gathered the plates. Flippy offered her a silent smile. It was as if they could communicate through smiles.

"Enjoyed it?"

"A lot. Thank you."

The red head left the plates on the sink and turned back to the waiting soldier.

"There is some juice left, would you like me to fill you a glass?"

The former soldier simply nodded.

"So, what do you plan to do from now on?" he asked laying his arm over the back of the chair.

"I was thinking of going downtown to look for a job" Flaky served the leftover juice.

"Oh…thanks"

"Would you come with me?" The sound of the glass against the table echoed in the kitchen. Flippy looked uncomfortable.

"I don't think that's a good idea…"

"Why not?" Flaky took her previous seat in front of the soldier. "You know the town way better than I do. I have no idea where to look or even my way around…"

Flippy noticed the nervous tone in her voice and the way her hands fiddled with the glass. He sighed defeated.

"Fine, I'll go with you…I think Pop's needed help…" he scratched the back of his head and smiled apologetically. The red head smiled back.

"Sounds like a plan!"

"It's a small town, but there's always something to do. Dinner is on me." That's the least he could do after what she did for him.

"Great, so I…I'll take a shower and get ready to go!"

Flippy smiled to himself as the girl walked to her room and then across the hall to the bathroom.

He sighed as he drank the remains of the juice in his glass. He then proceeded to washing the dishes. A small unknown tune crawled into his mind which he started humming, scrubbing the plates to the rhythm.

A knock pulled him out of his dreamy state. The shower was still running over in the bathroom. The soldier dried his hands on the jumper and walked over to open the door, setting his serious face. He grabbed the door handle and pulled to see who knocked so energetically.

"Oh…it's you…"

Terrible cliffhanger I know, but we're getting there! I don't want to make this story long and boring so I'm thinking on slipping in a tiny fast forward, very tiny I swear. But tell me please what do you think about the story so far, the characters and I you feel this is really going somewhere or I am having hallucinations about it.

-K.