Cabin Fever | ✓

(47) Perfect

Above is the dress Marley is wearing ^

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"We're on our way back."

"You're what?"

"Look, there's only so long I can stand the guy, and it was a leave willingly or they call security kind of situation."

"You two have been gone for two hours and you've managed to get kicked out of the movie theatre?"

"Long story short this girl sat beside Aiden and-"

Marley's jaw tightened and her hand curled around the handle of the pan with a sour expression on her face, not liking where this was going.

"-he was all like, 'I'm not interested.' and she was all like 'I can get you interested' and then I leaned into Aiden and said: 'Remember to tell her about the rash before she...before she sees it!'"

Ian started to laugh into the phone, hard, while Marley bit her smiling lower lip. Her hands began to move again, though, her cellphone shoved in her shoulder because if they were already on their way back, she had to pick up the pace. The steaks weren't quite done, the salad needed to be dressed-

"She hightailed it out of there, baby!" Aiden spoke loudly to be heard, from the drivers' seat of the Challenger.

Ian was still laughing into the phone while he spoke, "But I may have been a bit too loud, so everyone in the theatre thought Aiden had rashes on his dick so he shoved me over the armrest into the next seat, I dumped my popcorn on his head, and for some reason the employee said we weren't allowed to brawl in the middle of the movie theatre. Discrimination. I told the guy that just because Aiden has a dick rash he has to be escorted out and Aiden tripped me down the last set of stairs."

Marley rolled her eyes at the ridiculous situation that only Aiden and Ian could find themselves in, while she drizzled dressing over the salad and mixed it quickly.

Ian's one job was to keep Aiden away in the late afternoon, so she would have enough time to grocery shop and cook a meal for herself and Aiden.

But clearly he failed, and now the internal panic was setting in - to have everything ready quicker, when Ian and Aiden were supposed to be at the movies for another twenty minutes, and then add on driving time...

Narrator: this was not good.

"Okay. Ian, in all seriousness, take him somewhere else, okay? I'm not ready. Like at all. I still need to do...a hundred things, alright?"

She set the salad down and shoved the mitt on her hand, taking the temperature probe off the counter and pulling out the oven rack to check the temperature of the steaks. They both prefer medium rare, and Marley was very well-aquatinted with the process of cooking a good steak in an oven courtesy her father; so most of this was needing more time for the steak to actually reach temperature, then to cover up any error that comes with being new at cooking.

"Look, he's kind of put it together that something's going on is demanding to go back. He's also the driver of the vehicle so-"

"No." Marley shook her head over and over, carrying the finished salad to the table where she had set up two full table settings already, "He is not bursting in and ruining my gesture, so tell him to drive in circles or go hang out in my room or sit on the side of the road and play with the gravel...anything but come in here and ruin what he'll take over!"

She set the salad down and made a run for the rice at the timer on the oven going off, using an oven mitt to lift the lid. She dodged the steam which smelled very promising, to reveal a brown rice and beans recipe that she's made a lot of in the past.