I was out buying groceries while Victor cleans the house. My fingers were threading through my hair as I huffed out a sigh, waiting in the long line to checkout. The store is big, clean, and organized but their services just sucks ass when it comes to the checkout center.
"Hey is that you, Suyin?" I heard someone called me and I turned my head around to see who it was that called.
I spotted a man who looked familiar but I wasn't sure if it was him, so I called out, "Adrian?" I narrowed my eyes as I stared.
"Yeah! Adrian." He responded with a cute smile that would flutter any girl's' heart and it did to me too. "I didn't know you come?" He started off with a question.
"Yeah I do. But might not anymore since I hate waiting in a long line if they have many check register here but no one is going to work them to help us go faster." I chuckled.
"Right right. But aside that how is your day?"
"My day right now is shitty because of this reason." I used my eyes to signal him as the line did not move one bit. "But if it wasn't this, my day would've been good. How about you?" I returned the question as he had to think about it. His thinking position made him look like those main guy in the movies. He had every traits that a girl would want, but I can't say that for sure since people don't really show their true colors quickly.
"It's been lovely. I've met you here, I'm going to go home and cook maybe, depending on how I'm feeling." He shrugged, hooking his hand behind his neck.
But he was bad. There's something about him didn't make me like him as a person. I know I shouldn't judge quickly, but there is something hiding behind his face as I speak of it. It didn't make me uncomfortable when I'm next to him, it just doesn't feel right. It's hard to explain, but once you get that feeling from that person you don't want to stay close to them.
"We have an open area!" A cashier shouted and it was my cue to go.
"I'm going to go now. Bye." I took a last glance at him before looking straight ahead, pushing my cart.
After paying for my food, I pushed the cart to my car and stopped to open it the trunk. "Do you need help?" I turned my head to the back to see it was Yuri Plisetsky. He looked unsure as he asked me with his lips pouting a bit.
"Aw, really?" I smiled at him, seeing how adorable he is. "You don't have to."
"Well I want to." He came and helped me out with my groceries into the trunk.
"How come you're here?" I asked, closing the trunk shut, then leaning on it as I talked to Yuri.
"I was walking around and I spotted you putting groceries into your car." He said, clearly hiding the truth that didn't come out from his lips but only a small lie that made him more adorable.
"Okay. Well do you want to come and eat at our house?" I offered since he wanted to come and help me with groceries. He looked unsure about it. "I bet Victor would like to see you." I chirped up with a huge grin spreading on my face.
"F-fine." He huffed like a child, turning his head away from me.
I got him to go.
"Then come inside the car. Don't forget to inform your grandpa about this. I don't want him to get scared if you're not back home." I moved over to the driver's door and opened it. "Come on, hurry." I ushered him.
Yuri was in the car with me as he was calling his grandfather about his trip to Victor's house. "What are you going to make?" He asked as his stomach suddenly growls, close enough to sound like an animal.
"Uh, I was thinking about making some chicken kiev for tonight."
"That sounds good."
"Why don't you help me, Yuri? If you don't want to that's fine but if you do, I'd like it very much." I glanced over at him in the passenger seat.
"... Maybe." He said before becoming silent in the whole car ride with his earphones plugged into his ears.
"Teenagers…" I sighed, how they go through tough stages in youth until they hit adulthood with responsibility. "Live your life until you realize how big the world is, Yuri." I whispered, gripping on the wheel of the car.
I turned the car to the familiar street then went up to the driveway of my house. I turned off the engine and clicked on my seatbelt to release me, opening the door to get out with Yuri doing the same thing. I slammed the door shut, locking it in the process. I pulled out the keys from my purse and fumbled until I found the house key since I had about five keys on the key ring. I pushed in the key, twisting it as it unlocks itself easily.
"Welcome to our home, Yuri." I pushed the door open, letting him go inside first.
"Wow. It's big and clean." He stepped inside, taking in what was placed inside the house. "Where Victor?" He eyes searched for him.
"Maybe cleaning. He was cleaning when I left the house. Oh that reminds me, I need to get the groceries. Come help me, Yuri." I put my purse and keys on the side table next to the door and went back out to get the foods.
"Coming."
After placing the groceries in the right places in the kitchen, I went to settle down on the couch. I didn't want to rush right away to cook. "Victor!" I yelled out. "Come here. Yuri is here, the Russian Yuri." I didn't want to confuse Victor with the two Yuri's we know.
"I'm almost done cleaning the bathroom…! I just need to wash down the shower walls."
"How come he's cleaning but not you?" Yuri looked over at me.
"Because I usually go buy the food since I'm not sure if he'll know what to buy at the store. It's not like I don't trust him buying food, but...yeah." I nodded off, couldn't really explain my reasoning good enough to change his mind.
"Yuri, I didn't know you'll be visiting me today! Do you miss me already?" Victor came in the living already teasing the poor blonde kitten.
"Victor, don't tease him. You know his temper." I motioned him to sit down next to me.
The cushion was decompressed by Victor's butt. "Call Yuri, Yurio so people won't get confused with the two Yuri's we know." He implied.
"A-are you sure about that? He might not like the nickname…" My eyes shifted to Yuri then back to Victor.
"He's totally fine with it. Don't worry too much, worry-tart." He combed down my hair with his big hands with a warm smile.
I turned over to face Yuri who was off staring at his phone. "Yuri, you're alright if I call you Yurio?" I wanted to get his consent from him.
"Sure. People call me Yurio anyways." He mumbled off.
I got off the couch and looked down at Yuri as he didn't look up at me until moments later. "W-why you keep looking down at me?" He glared up, turning off his phone.
"Come help me cook and get off your phone." I grabbed his wrist, pulling him with me into the kitchen.
I was teaching him every steps of making the certain dish, chicken kiev. "Yurio, like this," I demonstrated how to cook. Yuri wasn't bad at cooking, but he needs practice. He can't be eating instant or fast food if he can't cook.
"I'm beat…!" I heard Yuri shouted and I bet he's on the couch, sprawled out, looking like a cat.
I chuckled over at the kitchen. I let him go since he was struggling to keep up even with my help. But at the end, he managed to get half of the things prepared. "Food's ready!" I announced bringing in three plates for the three people in the house.
There was this warm feeling inside my heart as we sat together at the table. It felt like a family that I longed when I was a kid who wanted to marry someone who'll love me and cherish me, and I did. This small little dream of mine will come true. I'm engaged with the man I love, I have people who I care and love for, and I'm ready to start fresh after what happened to me.
"What's wrong, Suyin? You look sad." A voice broke through my thoughts as I looked at the speaker.
"Huh?"
"You look sad. Are you sad?" Victor asked, this time leaning forward on the table as we sat across from each other with Yuri in the middle of us.
"Oh, no." I shook my head. He must've gather the wrong information from what he saw. "I was just realizing how happy I am to have a second chance at love so quickly, and to be loved by many people around me." I smiled at him.
"Same here." He gazed at me with his happiest smile.
"Gross. Don't lovey dovey while we're eating." Yuri grunted, gobbling up his food quickly without choking.
