My thoughts were the only think to keep my company as I cooked. If you are feeling sorry for me right now, do not be. I prefer it like that when I am cooking. Nothing is there to distract me and make me screw up and I am in a state of Zen. The smell of food flooded the kitchen and spilled out into the living room.
"Smell good Jack." Maurice yelled over the game he and Ralph were playing. "Is it done?" He asked excitedly.
"Yeah. I'll bring you two plates." I said fixing Ralph's plate first. I was about to exit the kitchen when Ralph appeared in front of me. "Hey." I said out of shock. "I told you I would bring you your plate. You didn't have to get up." I said.
Ralph just shrugged and took his meal. "It's fine. I lost my memory, which means my legs still work." He smirk walking back to his seat in the living room. I watched his backside, probably, longer than I should have.
"So where's my food, Marridew?" Maurice interrupted my gawking.
I glared at him them turned back to the kitchen to make my own plate. "Get it yourself." I yelled back as I grabbed a fork. Maurice motioned to Ralph, as if to say 'the Hell', when I sat down next to Ralph. "He made me realize that both of you don't have broken legs and don't need me to baby you." I said taking a bite of bacon.
Maurice rolled his eyes, but got up, leaving Ralph and me alone for a bit. Ralph was the first to break the silence. "It's good Jack." He commented on my eyes.
"Thanks." I replied, poking at my sunny side up eggs. I was never a huge fan of fried ones. "After we eat, do you want to watch a movie or something?" I asked not daring to look up from my food.
"Sure. What movies do you have?" He asked taking another mouthful of egg. I finally looked up at him to see his green orbs staring at me. "Do you have any good horror films? Andrew isn't a huge fan so I won't get to watch any with him." He stated, looking a little upset by the fact.
Maurice came back with a plate full of scrambled eggs. "What are we talking about?" He interrupted our conversation.
Ralph did not bring that up though. "Jack was asking about watching a movie after this." He said filling Maurice in on our plan. unfortunately, that required him to look away from me. "You don't mind do you? I was think a horror film, but I don't know about you two."
Maurice thought about it for a second, before his phone went off. When he checked it, his eyes widened. "It's gonna have to be between you and Jack. Roger just texted me saying he needed my help tonight." I shivered at a previous mental image. Maurice quickly scarfed down his meal then ran to his room to get dressed.
"Wow. He's pretty fast." Ralph pointed out, a grin making it's way across his face. "So I guess it'll just be you and me tonight?" He asked in a rhetorical question.
I felt my face heat up. How could I, Jack Merridew, be this nervous around my old boyfriend? It has only been a few days since he lost his memory and I am already feeling like we are strangers again. "Yeah, guess so. I don't mind watch a horror flick." I pointed to the movies self by the TV. "Pick anything you want and Maurice has a Netflixs account if you don't find anything there." I said looking back to my meal, not feeling all that hungry any more.
Ralph nodded, put his, half done, plate down and went over to the self. "You guys sure have a lot of comedies." He remarked pulling out a movie.
"Maurice likes them." I said putting my plate by Ralph's. "I don't really watch too many movies or even TV." I leaned forward to try to see what movie he was looking at.
"What do you do with your time?" He asked, shocked that I was not a slave to the 'magical' box.
I shrugged. "I guess I didn't have that much time to sit around. If I wasn't at home or with my friends I was with..." I stopped there and just stared at Ralph.
He raised an eyebrow. "What? Who were you with?"
"My old boyfriend." I said flatly and Ralph's eyes filled with remorse.
"I'm sorry." He said, but I waved him off.
"It's fine." I decided to change the subject. "What movie do you have?" I asked turning his attention back to the movies.
"It's called The Task." He said flinging it to me. I caught it and read that back. "It looks interesting. Says it's about a reality show where they're staying in an old prison." Ralph sounded really excited about it. "What do you think?"
I looked it over. It did not really look that interesting to me, but if Ralph wanted to watch it, than it was fine with me too. "Yeah, it could be good." I lied tossing the case back to him. If Andrew would not watch horror than I would.
Maurice bolted through the living room to the front closet. "Sorry I couldn't stay longer Ralph." He apologized, cramming his arm in to his jacket. "And great dinner Jack." He commented before running out the door.
Ralph and I just looked at each other blankly, before we burst out laughing. "Man was he in a hurry." Ralph said trying to settle down. "I thought he would trip over his own feet any moment." He wiped away the tears that started to collect on the rim of his eyes.
"Yeah. I don't think I'd find it as funny if I didn't know where he was going." I stated as I picked up the plates and took them to the kitchen. I would do the dishes later, when Ralph was not here. When I walked back, Ralph was curled up in one corner of the couch and the movie was on the main menu. I decided to sit on the opposite end, even though all I wanted to do was wrap Ralph in my arms and not let him go. I grabbed to remote from the side table, but before I could press play I felt something warm against my side. Looking to my left, I saw that Ralph had moved next to me and was, basically, cuddling me.
Ralph looked up at me, with those green eyes that I learned to adore over time. "You don't mind do you? It's kind of cold." He said, looking unsure. I do not know why he thought anyone would mind, let alone me.
"No, not at all." I said turning back to the TV. It took all my restraint to not wrap my arm around the blonde. I think The Task was going to be my new favorite movie that we own. Okay after The Count of Monte Cristo. I just really like that movie.
