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Chapter 3

-"Thanks. Oh, by the way, since I'm still suspended, I can't go to my dorm. Hope you don't mind me around here for the next week."

-"Are you joking? Thanks for the heads up, Sera. Just for that, you get the bed first tonight."

-"Oh, real mature. You know you want me here. Don't try to hide it, Mr. Smug."

-"I don't know what you're talking about, Sera." He refutes, as he turns around and heads back to the kitchen to whip up some early dinner.

"I'm gonna make some early dinner, hope you don't mind."

-"That would be nice, I'm hungry. What do you have in mind?"

-"I'm assuming you don't want the usual, seeing as you were just at home for several weeks."

-"Thanks for your consideration. Let's have a John classic." I turn towards her with a knowing smile.

-"Well, soup it is. Bet you haven't had such a poor man's dinner in a while."

-"Psh, cry me a river John. Just get to cooking, would you?"

-"Oohoohoo, feisty, aren't we." He jokes, as he brings out the chicken stock from last weekend's chicken. He bring out the carrots, peas, and potatoes. The ravenette tosses out the macaroni and a pot onto the counter as well. He fills up the pot with water, put the pot on a burner and lets it heat up. That's when he notices a certain magenta-haired girl in his peripheral vision looking at him. He turns to her, looking back at her questioningly.

"Watcha doing, Sera?"

-"Watching you cook," she changes her voice to mimic a mom making fun of her child, "Does it make you uncomfortable, honey?" John just rolls his eyes, and starts chopping the potatoes and plops them in the pot. He starts chopping the veggies.

-"I swear, I'm gonna slap that grin right off your face." He says. John lets that rise to a boil, lowers the heat, and adds the veggies. He raises the heat once more, and waits for it to boil. He open the box of macaroni.

-"Oh? I'd like to see you try, tough guy." Sera says, poking fun at him. She sticks her tongue out, and John continues to wait for the soup to come to a boil again, as he picks up the macaroni.

-"Anytime, anywhere, Princess." He responds, giving her his own form of a nickname. She pouts, and socks him in the arm, causing him to spill some of the macaroni onto the floor.

-"That's what you get, jerk." She responds.

-"Noooo, the pastaaaaa," John complains, kneeling down, mourning over his lost comrades, "Welp, less macaroni then." The soup is back up to a boil, so he turns down the heat one more time, and he plops in the macaroni, raises the heat, and waits for it to come back to a boil.

-"That's what happens when you call me a Princess." She says, walking back to the living room, as she sits down on the couch.

-"There was no reason to waste good fooooood." The boy complains. The soup is now boiling, so he drops the heat and lets it simmer.

-"Oh don't cry about it, you can always get more." Sera says, dismissing the lost pasta.

-"That's not the poiiiinnnttttttt!" He cries out in frustration. He sits down on the couch with her, letting her find a movie.

-"So, whaddya wanna watch, crybaby?" She says, continuing to quickly scroll through movies. He grumbles loud enough so that she could hear him.

-"You're a crybaby." He mutters back in response.

-"Hmm? What was that, John?" Jesus.

-"Oh, nothing." He responds innocently. She gives him a look.