Across Dimensions

Travis' Big Family

"MMMMOOOOOOOOOOOMM!" Toby yelled, running to the kitchen, Todd after him, and Travis followed them to the kitchen to get their mother's opinion.

Toby stood at the kitchen door then froze, and both Todd and Travis froze too.

"Oh my, Gregory! You're so good at this! When did you learn how to cook so well?" Travis' mother exclaimed so proudly. Travis turned his gaze from his mother to Gregory who was now the one cooking, while Hale and Travis' mother stared at Gregory with so much pride.

"Mom?! Why's there a stranger cooking in our kitchen?!" Toby and Todd said in one voice. Their mother turned to look at them, her smile instantly dropping, "Toby, Todd, didn't I tell you both to brush your hair?!" Travis' mother walked over to the twins.

She pushed them out of the kitchen, and up the stairs to their rooms, while Travis turned back to Gregory and Hale, Travis walked up to them, smelling the amazing scent of cream soup.

Gregory smiled warmly towards Hale, from the way they're looking at each other, Travis realized that Hale and Gregory get along very well, and that was a great thing.

"So, you know how to cook? Or only cream soup?" Travis asked casually, getting Gregory's attention, Gregory smiled at him and shrugged.

"I know how to cook other things too. Plus, this is a chicken cream soup, it's very tasty." Gregory elaborated stirring the soup. Travis just hummed, it smells very good so it must taste great. Travis was too focused on the cream soup, that he didn't hear Noe's loud crying, Hale instantly ran out the kitchen to check up on her baby, leaving Gregory and Travis alone.

"When did you learn cooking?" Travis asked leaning his back onto the counter, facing Gregory, who was standing next to him and just turned the stove off.

"Ever since I was younger. I guess I always loved cooking." Gregory said slowly, pausing to look at Travis to see if he caught him or not, and Travis didn't notice, Travis thought Gregory paused to give his full attention to him.

"But why though? Are you gonna cook for your future wife and kids, or what? I mean, isn't your future wife supposed to cook instead?" Travis asked, wanting to know why would a male need to learn how to cook. While Gregory didn't expect Travis to ask such questions, so Gregory just stood there shocked.

"But what if...." Gregory began after recovering from his shock, "My 'wife' was tired or something? Am I gonna just starve? What if my 'wife' died? Who's gonna take care of the kids? You're not gonna lose anything when you learn new things in general." Gregory elaborated.

"Well, you're right, but I hate cooking."

"And why is that?" Gregory wondered out loud, moving to the side, to stand in front of Travis.

"It's just difficult, and a lot of work."

"How's it difficult?"

"There are a lot of steps."

"But they're easy to learn once you cook that recipe a multiple times." Gregory reasoned, Gregory felt very brave now, 'cause he's only a few inches away from Travis' face.

Gregory could now see all the little details in Travis' face, his thick, short lashes, the way is eyes sparkle like the night sky, a thousand different twinkling colors, in Travis' calm black eyes.

"Then teach me."

Gregory inched a little bit closer, he could now feel Travis' breath on his cheek. This was the perfect moment to make a move, Travis' curious eyes staring into his calm blue ones.

"Step number one is......"

Gregory moved forward too much for Travis' liking, Travis almost flinched back, but Gregory's so quick, Gregory raised one hand and put it on Travis' cheek, which made Travis more confused, while Gregory knew what he was doing, Gregory tilted his head a little and moved forward. Gregory's nose brushed against Travis' cheeks as Gregory grabbed something behind Travis.

"Get a bowl." Gregory completed, moving away from Travis very quickly, showing him the bowl. Now, Travis was just confused.

"Then? What do I do with that bowl?" Was Travis' question, cooking was something Travis hated so much all because of his mother. Travis just wanted to get it over with, and just learn this one recipe to please his mother with it.

"Pour the chicken cream soup in them, of course." Gregory said as if it's the most obvious thing ever, as started pouring soup into the bowl, now Travis was just more confused. "Could you lend me another bowl?" Gregory asked, pointing to the stack of bowls on the counter.

"But aren't you gonna teach me?" Travis asked handing Gregory another bowl.

"No, you'll never learn anything when you don't enjoy it, when you truly enjoy something, you do your best." Gregory simply said, filling up the bowl Travis just handed him. "Also, your mom, Becky, asked me to pour soup into the bowls because we're gonna eat."

"Kiss ass." Travis muttered as he carried those two bowls outside to the living room.

"Hey! I heard that!" Travis heard Gregory scream from the kitchen, which caused Travis to giggle and spill a little bit of soup on the carpet.

Gregory helped with arranging the table, and setting the plates, Gregory met Travis' other siblings, Trystan, Tiago, Tinley and Trinity. Gregory did feel a bit anxious but with Hale and Travis by his side. Gregory, indeed, felt like he was part of the family now, they all loved his chicken cream soup and appreciated Gregory.

Gregory and Travis helped wash the dishes, and they played a few games and chat a little, until Gregory decided that it was time for him to go back to his home. Travis wanted Gregory to stay the night, but Gregory reminded Travis that he couldn't because his parents would get "worried" and that Gregory didn't want to bother Travis and his big family.

They all said their goodbyes, and Gregory walked alone at night, back to his home, hoping, once again, that his parents aren't awake or that they're not home for whatever reason.

Gregory came back home to find that both his parents were still asleep, he walked up to his small room and threw himself on his bed. Today, was probably the best day of Gregory's life, he almost made a move, but ruined it. At least he got to see Travis' face up close.

Gregory let out a dreamy sigh, and slid off his messy bed, he walked across the small room and opened his wardrobe to a messy pile of shirts stacked on top of each other, under all this mess, was his notebook.

Gregory's has been writing random sentences in hopes to use them when he buys a guitar again. Gregory sat on the ground, the moonlight shining on his notebook, Gregory looked around him, and found a pen on the ground, Gregory grabbed that pen and thought for a while, then began to scribble down a new sentence.

My light in the darkest of times.

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