Culinaria L'amore

Culinaria L'amore Chapter Forty-Four

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Dedicated to a_colorful_dreamer because without her Garrett would not be shirtless... you'll get it once you read this chapter :)

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"I, I need some fresh air." I whispered quietly, trying to detach myself from Garrett whose arms I had been crying in for the past five minutes. He released me reluctantly, staring at me sorrowfully as I wiped away my tears and took a shaky breath fleeing down the hallway to a side exit, trying to just get away from everyone. He let me go, watching after me limply, before shaking his head and sinking to the ground, his hands running through his hands frantically.

Opening up the door, I was hoping for some quiet and solitude, but a janitor was standing outside, smkoing and watching the cars speed by. She ignored me and I ignored her, just looking out into the street and calming myself down, taking deep breaths and blinking rapidly to dry up the tears. I don't know how long I stood there, inhaling smoke and sniffing, but time past quickly, too quickly, forcing me to go back inside for the last round of the competition.

Even though I definitely wasn't in the mood to chop or stir or cook, period, I put on a brave face, nodded with a small smile when Angela asked me if I was okay, and just followed all of the orders given to me by Alonzo and Garrett, half the time not even realizing what I was doing until something started smelling.

All this time, as I made dish after dish, my mind was focused with what events had just occurred in less than 24 hours ago. First, Mira decided to get a miscarriage, Garrett cried, we fell asleep together, he kissed me on national television where my boyfriend was going to see, and my mother was about to sell my restaurant.

Mira miscarrying was partially my fault because I didn't restrain my dog but at the same time I wasn't too guilty. Did I only think like that because I wanted her to lose the kid, as awful as it sounded, so that I could end up with Garrett? Did I even like Garrett that way?

The second question was easy to answer: yes, I really did like him, even though I did have a boyfriend. How twisted could that be: this entire time, all of these months, I liked Garrett, and when he broke up with me, I went directly to Harrison as my rebound, all the time still guilty for getting over Garrett so quickly. And now it seemed to be happening again except it was the other way around practically.

"It seems like Kirsten is unsure of what to do next in Team America? Is she panicking?" I snapped out of my thinking when James chuckled gleafully and all cameras trained their lens on me. Shaking my head, irritated that James was being so annoying, I continued slicing the carrots, my mind a blank slate so that I wouldn't get distracted again.

By the time we finally finished and the buzzer rang, signaling that the competition was over and that I wouldn't have to be on TV until tomorrow morning to see who was going to win, I had made up my mind as to how to deal with Garrett.

I was going to ignore anything that had happened between us and make a batch of triple chocolate brownies when we got home.

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"You're doing what?"

"I'm making brownies. You want to help?"

Garrett's eyebrows shot up an inch to his forehead and a sad look crossed features. It was an hour later after we had finished filming and I had pulled Garrett into the kitchen to talk to him, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred; he obviously thought that I was going to saying something important, much to his disappointment.