The Unexpected

10 || Mental Breakdowns

"What do you mean you've never had vegemite?" Luke asks in complete shock. He genuinely cannot believe that I've never had vege-whatever. It sounds gross, so I'm almost glad I've never eaten it.

"What I mean is, I've never had vege- veg-,"

"Vegemite," Luke finishes for me.

"Yeah, that. I mean, it's not like we have it in America, so how could I have had it?"

"You have lived a very, very deprived life. That's all I have to say." I push the blonde boy playfully while trying to hide the smile on my face since he did just insult my livelihood. Days with Luke are some of my favorites, and so far we've done absolutely nothing. It's been great.

I came over to his place around nine in the morning and woke him up; he wasn't too pleased about that. I finally got him to leave the comfort of his bed by making him breakfast. My mom always said the way to a boys heart was through his stomach, I just never realized how accurate that statement was. Me making him breakfast is actually what led us to this discussion about vegemite.

The tall bean pole is insisting on making me some toast with this beloved spread of his, and I don't even try to argue with him. A groan escapes my lips as we walk from his living room and into the kitchen. I wait patiently as he gets the bread out and places it into the toaster then slathers this awful looking brown stuff onto it with a spoon.

Once a plate with what I assume is food is set in front of me, I try to hide the disgusted look on my face. It has an odor like something I've never inhaled before, though I don't know if it's a good or bad smell. The appearance could almost deceive me into thinking that it's something as appetizing as Nutella, but I'm afraid that it's not. I don't know if I should actually eat this or not.

I look up from my plate to find a boy staring at me with the worlds biggest grin on his face and a glimmer in his beautiful blue eyes. He looks at me expectantly, and I wouldn't dare waste the lovely meal he's just prepared for me... I slowly lift the toast to my mouth, biting into it and hearing a satisfying crunch. As I chew, I pray that I won't throw up in front of Luke. And to my surprise, I'm not gagging. I don't want to spit the food out. If anything, I want to eat more.

Before I know it, my plate is empty except for a few crumbs, and Luke has a look on his face that says I told you so. I hate being wrong, but that was delicious. I might even say it's better than nutella on toast, except it is nowhere near the same thing as nutella on toast. It isn't sweet like the chocolate and hazelnut of nutella, but it's its own flavor entirely. More savory than sweet.

"Alright, you were right. I was deprived up until two minutes ago, so, thank you Luke Robert Hemmings. You have solved all of my life problems," I say as I roll my eyes.

"I know I have. There's an art to vegemite, really. The key is lots of butter and not too much vegemite. I've mastered this ratio like any true Australian," he says with pride. "Now, since I've been your best friend for several weeks, I think it's only appropriate that I learn every detail about you."

"Then what do you suggest we do? Play twenty questions?" I chuckle as I say this loaded with sarcasm, looking at him for a response.

"Great idea, Skye! Almost as great as if I'd come up with it myself." I stare at him incredulously as he drags me back into the living room with his rather large hand grasped firmly around my small wrist.

"You're not serious, right?" The question comes out sounding like a whine, and I hope the boy next to me notices. He doesn't. The breadstick of a boy sits me on the soft leather of his living room sofa, and I know that I'm stuck. I feel like a girl back in middle school, and when you played twenty questions back then it never ended well. The questions would get incredibly personal incredibly fast. Like: