This chapter is freakin' pointless, but I had quite a ball writing it. I
just wanted to do something cute and fun, instead of all the heavy
emotional stuff. So here we are. never fear, though, there's a lot more
emotional drama to come (. Enjoy, guys!
Chapter 24: Dinner Would Be Nice
"Married life is wonderful," Angel sighed, leaning back against Will and fiddling with the shiny silver wedding band around his finger.
"Angel, darling, we've only been married for a month. I don't know if you should really be basking in married glory yet," Will responded, holding onto him tightly.
"I know, but this has been the best month of my life. There's a lot to be said for a monogamous relationship. It's such a good feeling, knowing that you have someone to be with you forever," Angel said, snuggling even closer to Will.
"It is a good feeling. You know what would make it even better, though?"
"What?" Angel asked, panicked that he wasn't making Will as happy as Will as making him.
"Dinner," he stated firmly, as Angel immediately relaxed and laughed off the nerves.
"I agree!" he exclaimed, getting up off the couch and lending Will a hand to help him up. As soon as they were both standing, Angel got a brilliant idea. Holding around Will's waist, Angel looked up into his eyes. "Let's cook it ourselves."
"Ang, you know as well as I do that you should never ever trust me to cook anything that isn't a peanut butter sandwich."
Giggling, he continued, "I know, but how much fun would it be to cook it ourselves? It's something married couples are supposed to do, you know? Come on!" he pleaded, "It'll be great!"
"Fine, but if we end up with inedible food, don't blame me," he said nonchalantly as he followed his lover into the kitchen.
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"So," Angel began, as they stood in their tiny kitchen, "What do you wanna eat, babe?"
"Anything, as long as I don't fuck it up!" Will exclaimed, holding onto Angel's hand.
"Hmm, I don't know about you, but I am dying for some pasta right about now," he said, then began to search frantically around the kitchen. "Oh my god, I remember Queenie gave me this great recipe for pasta with a whole bunch of vegetables in it. I swear, it was the best meal I'd had in a long time, and it was so easy to make. Honey, it's flawless, I mean, even YOU could do this one!"
"Hey, hey hey, enough with insulting my cooking skills."
"Ooh!" he squealed and pulled out a creased pink paper, "Found it!"
The two men stared at the paper, trying desperately to read Queenie's almost-illegible handwriting of the simple recipe.
"Ang, has it dawned on you yet that we have none of this stuff in the house?" Will asked, practically.
"Hmm, that's true. Well then, Food Emporium, here we come!" he exclaimed, holding Will's hand and dragging him out of the apartment.
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Surprisingly, the Food Emporium was crowded on the summer night. It was awfully late, around 11:30, due to Angel's hours at the club. Will and Angel wandered aimlessly up and down the aisles, looking for the desired foods to fulfill the needs for the recipe.
"So what do we need, exactly?" Will asked, as Angel searched intently through the various boxes, hoping to find what he was looking for.
"A bag of spaghetti, a can of corn, 2 cans of tomato sauce, a can of mushrooms, a can of carrots, and some broccoli. Not too much, right?"
"Uh, sure. well, we passed the canned foods aisle a while back, maybe we'd have more success there?" he said, as if he were talking to young child.
Rolling his eyes Angel took Will's hand and back-tracked a few aisles, "What would I do without you?"
"Wander aimlessly around a supermarket for a while?"
"Shut up," Angel said, and kissed him.
After a thorough walk-through down the canned goods aisle, Angel and Will were in search of a bag of spaghetti.
"What about this?" Will asked, holding up a see-through bag of dry pasta with a generic "spaghetti" logo on the front, obviously the store brand.
"Honey, the day I buy store-brand ANYTHING is the day hell freezes over," Angel insisted, taking the bag from Will and placing it back with its generic counterparts. "This is the brand I like," he stated, holding up a larger bag of similar-looking dry noodles with a fancy, script logo in French.
"Angel, this is really expensive," Will said, nervously, examining the pricey food.
"It's not too bad, and everything else is so cheap, we can splurge a little bit. Seriously, this is the best spaghetti I've ever had, nothing cooks as well as this does."
"Fine, if you insist," Will gave in, nervously fiddling with his watch.
"So we're ready to go then," Angel stated firmly, grabbing Will's hand and holding the shopping basket with the other.
"Yup," Will replied, kissing his partner as they headed to the cashier to pay for the food.
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"William Dumott, only you could screw up the preparation of canned foods," Angel sighed as he looked at the mess on the counter. More than half the carrots sat on the counter top, and about another quarter on the floor. The few that did make it into the bowl were mashed up beyond recognition.
"I tried! It slipped, baby, I swear I didn't mean to," he insisted, pointing out the dent in the can that once held the carrots, now strewn all over the room.
"What am I going to do with you?" he shook his head, taking the can out of Will's hand and throwing it into the sink. "And what in God's name are we going to do with the carrots?"
"I'll clean them up."
"No, baby, I'll do it," Angel said quietly, as he wrapped his arms around Will's neck and began to kiss him.
The passion heated up while the water did the same. The lovers were rudely interrupted by the overflowing of the boiling water in the pot. As it bubbled over and sizzled onto the stove, they quickly broke away from each other, as Angel rapidly turned down the heat and wiped up the excess water around the pot.
"Shit, we need to be more careful," Angel said as he wiped up the scalding liquid with a ragged dishtowel, "and stop getting distracted. There's plenty of time for that later." He winked, seductively, in Will's direction, carrying the cooked spaghetti into the sink.
Smiling coyly, Will looked at Angel, "Yes, later." he trailed off.
"This stupid canned tomato sauce is so sticky, I'm getting it all over everything!" Angel whined as he attempted to scrape the thick substance out of the can. In the process, it got all over his hands and the counter in front of him. The counter, however, was already covered with mashed carrots from Will's incident, so a sea of orange and red was beginning to form on the usually-white table top.
"Who's screwing up the canned food now?" Will teased.
"This stuff is a LOT harder to prepare than the carrots. You dump the carrots out of the can," he stated firmly, "It isn't that hard. This crap sticks to everything!"
"Why don't you let me try it?"
"I am NOT going to let this kitchen get any messier than it already is," he insisted.
"Fine then," Will backed off, as Angel went back to wrestling with the tomato sauce.
Out of nowhere, an orange clump hit Angel right on the side of his head.
"WILL!" he yelled, trying to get the mashed carrots mixed with tomato sauce out of his hair.
Will just smiled in satisfaction as his lover's plight.
"Oh, I'll get you yet!" Angel threatened as he picked up a sizable clump of tomato/carrot mush and chucked it forcefully at his lover, landing it squarely in the middle of his face. Wiping the mess away, a competitive glare glimmered in his eyes as he reached down onto the floor and grabbed more slop and threw it harder at Angel this time, making a bright orange spot on his clean, white shirt.
"William! This is my favorite shirt!" Angel whined, but fought back by grabbing a handful of spaghetti and hurling it in Will's direction. "Food fight!"
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Carrots, spaghetti, tomato sauce, corn, and mushrooms blended together in the tiny kitchen to make a large, reddish brown mess of a dinner. Covered in the disgusting mush, Will and Angel sat on the floor of the kitchen, eating a plate of pasta with pesto sauce out of Styrofoam take- out containers from Spring Gardens.
"So much for cooking dinner," Angel mumbled between bites.
"Hey, didn't I tell you I couldn't cook?"
"Well, yes. I mean, at least we had fun right?" Angel asked leaning his head against Will's shoulder.
"Angel baby, I have never had so much fun in my whole life. I love you so much," he said, wrapping his arm possessively around Angel's waist.
"I love you more than anything. And you look very sexy in tomato sauce mush, might I add," Angel giggled.
The lovers sat together, holding one another for what seemed like forever. The smell of the now-rotting food that was supposed to be dinner eventually began to irritate them both, as they spent the wee hours of the morning scraping corn kernels off the walls. Just as the birds began to chirp, they climbed into bed and fell into a peaceful, deep sleep, their bodies entwined as one.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yeah, I know it sucks, but I figured Angel and Will needed to be cute and stupid together for once, so here we go ( I don't know about you, but I am really craving some pasta right now!
Chapter 24: Dinner Would Be Nice
"Married life is wonderful," Angel sighed, leaning back against Will and fiddling with the shiny silver wedding band around his finger.
"Angel, darling, we've only been married for a month. I don't know if you should really be basking in married glory yet," Will responded, holding onto him tightly.
"I know, but this has been the best month of my life. There's a lot to be said for a monogamous relationship. It's such a good feeling, knowing that you have someone to be with you forever," Angel said, snuggling even closer to Will.
"It is a good feeling. You know what would make it even better, though?"
"What?" Angel asked, panicked that he wasn't making Will as happy as Will as making him.
"Dinner," he stated firmly, as Angel immediately relaxed and laughed off the nerves.
"I agree!" he exclaimed, getting up off the couch and lending Will a hand to help him up. As soon as they were both standing, Angel got a brilliant idea. Holding around Will's waist, Angel looked up into his eyes. "Let's cook it ourselves."
"Ang, you know as well as I do that you should never ever trust me to cook anything that isn't a peanut butter sandwich."
Giggling, he continued, "I know, but how much fun would it be to cook it ourselves? It's something married couples are supposed to do, you know? Come on!" he pleaded, "It'll be great!"
"Fine, but if we end up with inedible food, don't blame me," he said nonchalantly as he followed his lover into the kitchen.
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"So," Angel began, as they stood in their tiny kitchen, "What do you wanna eat, babe?"
"Anything, as long as I don't fuck it up!" Will exclaimed, holding onto Angel's hand.
"Hmm, I don't know about you, but I am dying for some pasta right about now," he said, then began to search frantically around the kitchen. "Oh my god, I remember Queenie gave me this great recipe for pasta with a whole bunch of vegetables in it. I swear, it was the best meal I'd had in a long time, and it was so easy to make. Honey, it's flawless, I mean, even YOU could do this one!"
"Hey, hey hey, enough with insulting my cooking skills."
"Ooh!" he squealed and pulled out a creased pink paper, "Found it!"
The two men stared at the paper, trying desperately to read Queenie's almost-illegible handwriting of the simple recipe.
"Ang, has it dawned on you yet that we have none of this stuff in the house?" Will asked, practically.
"Hmm, that's true. Well then, Food Emporium, here we come!" he exclaimed, holding Will's hand and dragging him out of the apartment.
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Surprisingly, the Food Emporium was crowded on the summer night. It was awfully late, around 11:30, due to Angel's hours at the club. Will and Angel wandered aimlessly up and down the aisles, looking for the desired foods to fulfill the needs for the recipe.
"So what do we need, exactly?" Will asked, as Angel searched intently through the various boxes, hoping to find what he was looking for.
"A bag of spaghetti, a can of corn, 2 cans of tomato sauce, a can of mushrooms, a can of carrots, and some broccoli. Not too much, right?"
"Uh, sure. well, we passed the canned foods aisle a while back, maybe we'd have more success there?" he said, as if he were talking to young child.
Rolling his eyes Angel took Will's hand and back-tracked a few aisles, "What would I do without you?"
"Wander aimlessly around a supermarket for a while?"
"Shut up," Angel said, and kissed him.
After a thorough walk-through down the canned goods aisle, Angel and Will were in search of a bag of spaghetti.
"What about this?" Will asked, holding up a see-through bag of dry pasta with a generic "spaghetti" logo on the front, obviously the store brand.
"Honey, the day I buy store-brand ANYTHING is the day hell freezes over," Angel insisted, taking the bag from Will and placing it back with its generic counterparts. "This is the brand I like," he stated, holding up a larger bag of similar-looking dry noodles with a fancy, script logo in French.
"Angel, this is really expensive," Will said, nervously, examining the pricey food.
"It's not too bad, and everything else is so cheap, we can splurge a little bit. Seriously, this is the best spaghetti I've ever had, nothing cooks as well as this does."
"Fine, if you insist," Will gave in, nervously fiddling with his watch.
"So we're ready to go then," Angel stated firmly, grabbing Will's hand and holding the shopping basket with the other.
"Yup," Will replied, kissing his partner as they headed to the cashier to pay for the food.
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"William Dumott, only you could screw up the preparation of canned foods," Angel sighed as he looked at the mess on the counter. More than half the carrots sat on the counter top, and about another quarter on the floor. The few that did make it into the bowl were mashed up beyond recognition.
"I tried! It slipped, baby, I swear I didn't mean to," he insisted, pointing out the dent in the can that once held the carrots, now strewn all over the room.
"What am I going to do with you?" he shook his head, taking the can out of Will's hand and throwing it into the sink. "And what in God's name are we going to do with the carrots?"
"I'll clean them up."
"No, baby, I'll do it," Angel said quietly, as he wrapped his arms around Will's neck and began to kiss him.
The passion heated up while the water did the same. The lovers were rudely interrupted by the overflowing of the boiling water in the pot. As it bubbled over and sizzled onto the stove, they quickly broke away from each other, as Angel rapidly turned down the heat and wiped up the excess water around the pot.
"Shit, we need to be more careful," Angel said as he wiped up the scalding liquid with a ragged dishtowel, "and stop getting distracted. There's plenty of time for that later." He winked, seductively, in Will's direction, carrying the cooked spaghetti into the sink.
Smiling coyly, Will looked at Angel, "Yes, later." he trailed off.
"This stupid canned tomato sauce is so sticky, I'm getting it all over everything!" Angel whined as he attempted to scrape the thick substance out of the can. In the process, it got all over his hands and the counter in front of him. The counter, however, was already covered with mashed carrots from Will's incident, so a sea of orange and red was beginning to form on the usually-white table top.
"Who's screwing up the canned food now?" Will teased.
"This stuff is a LOT harder to prepare than the carrots. You dump the carrots out of the can," he stated firmly, "It isn't that hard. This crap sticks to everything!"
"Why don't you let me try it?"
"I am NOT going to let this kitchen get any messier than it already is," he insisted.
"Fine then," Will backed off, as Angel went back to wrestling with the tomato sauce.
Out of nowhere, an orange clump hit Angel right on the side of his head.
"WILL!" he yelled, trying to get the mashed carrots mixed with tomato sauce out of his hair.
Will just smiled in satisfaction as his lover's plight.
"Oh, I'll get you yet!" Angel threatened as he picked up a sizable clump of tomato/carrot mush and chucked it forcefully at his lover, landing it squarely in the middle of his face. Wiping the mess away, a competitive glare glimmered in his eyes as he reached down onto the floor and grabbed more slop and threw it harder at Angel this time, making a bright orange spot on his clean, white shirt.
"William! This is my favorite shirt!" Angel whined, but fought back by grabbing a handful of spaghetti and hurling it in Will's direction. "Food fight!"
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Carrots, spaghetti, tomato sauce, corn, and mushrooms blended together in the tiny kitchen to make a large, reddish brown mess of a dinner. Covered in the disgusting mush, Will and Angel sat on the floor of the kitchen, eating a plate of pasta with pesto sauce out of Styrofoam take- out containers from Spring Gardens.
"So much for cooking dinner," Angel mumbled between bites.
"Hey, didn't I tell you I couldn't cook?"
"Well, yes. I mean, at least we had fun right?" Angel asked leaning his head against Will's shoulder.
"Angel baby, I have never had so much fun in my whole life. I love you so much," he said, wrapping his arm possessively around Angel's waist.
"I love you more than anything. And you look very sexy in tomato sauce mush, might I add," Angel giggled.
The lovers sat together, holding one another for what seemed like forever. The smell of the now-rotting food that was supposed to be dinner eventually began to irritate them both, as they spent the wee hours of the morning scraping corn kernels off the walls. Just as the birds began to chirp, they climbed into bed and fell into a peaceful, deep sleep, their bodies entwined as one.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yeah, I know it sucks, but I figured Angel and Will needed to be cute and stupid together for once, so here we go ( I don't know about you, but I am really craving some pasta right now!