Chapter 4
Pacey POV
"Wow," Katie says silently as she enters into my apartment. I laugh a little as I follow her in. She continues to look around. I decided to give her a tour, "We're standing in the foyer to the right is the eating area. Past that is the kitchen and the breakfast bar. Straight ahead is the living room." She made her way to the other side of the room where she obviously noticed the curling staircase leading to the second floor because she asks, "There's two stories?" As she turns to face me, I try to hold back the laughter. She practically ran up the stairs and I take this opportunity to make a phone call. As I finish with the phone I notice she is heading toward the master bedroom. "I wouldn't go in there if I were you." Ignoring me she continues. I then say, "Okay you were warned."
I go up the stairs and follow her into the room. Everything is thrown all over the floor like usual. She makes her way to the master bath, as I try to clean up a little.
"I just got off the phone with my friend Jen," I say as she came back out, "She's off tomorrow so she's going to take you shopping."
"Thanks again for doing this," She says.
"It's the least I can do. I did hit you with my car," I say smiling a little. We walk out of my room and down the stairs as her stomach growls.
"Are you hungry?" I ask. She shook her head yes and I say, "Well your in luck because I just happen to know how to cook."
"Oh really well this I have to see," She replies as she followed me down the stairs.
"Oh my god this is so good. I haven't had food this good in forever," Katie says then she seemed to stop herself before she added, "Hospital food is terrible." She finishes off the last of the dessert I had cooked quickly.
"I'm glad you like it," I say. Never had I seen someone eat that fast, it was almost like she hadn't eaten good in months, most just be the hospital food.
"I think I'm going to head to bed," She says yawning.
"Ok sleep well," I say, "You've had a rough couple of days. Oh and Jen said she's coming around 11 a.m. I'll be at work so you can let her in."
"Where do you work?" She asks. It had been awhile since someone had asked me that.
"I cook," I say laughing, "But obviously I don't cook well or you would have known."
"That's why it was so good," She says laughing also, "well goodnight."
"Goodnight," I say as she headed up the stairs. I turn on the T.V. to find the Red Sox on. I sit down and get engrossed in the game.