Love Lies

Chapter 17: Breathe

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Chapter 17: Breathe 

"I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation...you're living in the past it's a new generation...a girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do...and I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation!"

I sang out loud, using the spatula as my microphone. My earphone was plugged into my ears and I had turned the iPod on full blast. Previously I was cooking but as soon as my favorite 'Bad Reputation' by The Dollyrots came on, I started by humming to the song to full blast singing it out loud. I closed my eyes and bobbled my head to the music, "If ya think I'm strange, I ain't gonna change and I'm never gonna care 'bout my bad reputation..."

It was one of those rare days that the boys are not around in the house and I am free to do whatever I pleased. I danced around the kitchen table; my eyes closed most of the time as I bobbled my head in rhythm of the music and sang into the faux microphone.

"Oh! No, no, no, no, no; not me, me, me, me..." I closed my eyes and held the spatula closer to my mouth, another hand start wiggling a 'no' motion with my finger to the music, shaking my butt here and there following the rhythm. Prepare for the finale, the music is closing to the end...

"Oh no, not me!"

I struck the last pose; the hand with the faux microphone held up high above my head and the other hand on my hips, my legs wide apart and a proud satisfied smile on my lips.

At first, there a small stifle of a snicker. Then, a full blown laughter.

I whirled around immediately at the direction of the sound, almost tripping over my own two legs in the process. Hastily, I steadied my footing with both of my hands on my hips and a stern look on my face. Brayden only laughed even harder.

I scowled at him, more embarrassed than angry actually. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" Brayden retorted back.

I gave him a deadpan look, "I am cooking,"

"And singing," the end of Brayden's lips curled upwards in a smirk.

I scowled at him once again before turning around to switch of the gas, stirring the spatula in the macaroni and cheese. Last I remembered, Brayden is out and probably will stay out for another three hours. What is he doing here so early? I felt his presence beside me but didn't look up. I proceed to scoop the macaroni and cheese out of the pot and settle them in two separate plates. Brayden was eyeing the plates curiously. "Why are you separating them into two plates?" he finally asked.

"Don't you want some?" I asked him.

Brayden looked up to me, his eyes wide with surprise. Was it that surprising that I am sharing with him my food? I cocked my head sideways, "You don't want them?"

A slight shade of red crept up Brayden's face.

"I'd like them..."

I smiled at him before sliding his plate across to him and settled in a stool opposite of him. I watch him eat shyly, a small smile creeping up my face. Brayden looked so adorable when he is shy. He looked up from his food and caught my eye, red shade lighting up his cheeks before he quickly averted his eyes. I cocked an eyebrow up, realizing how familiar this routine is. I would always catch his eye on me and then he would look away quickly, either with a frown or a blush or both on his face.