It All Started With.......?

CHAPTER 18: SLEEPOVER PART 2

         Dylan and Gabe went to game room. Zev busy in the kitchen talking to someone in phone. She looks excited.

       The phone prank was so much fun. We laughed so hard, minus the awkwardness .

         I am with Nate in living room. He is looking around in curiosity.

          "Want to go on a home tour?" I asked him with a sweet smile.

            He looked at me with wide eyes  due to shock. Soon he returned to his cool self and nodded.

         "Ok, come on!" I grinned. We went towards the entrance of the Zone.

        "Why are we going out?" He frowned.

        "I said home tour. So, I am starting with entrance. Duh." He smiled.

        "Welcome to The Zone." I welcomed him in a fake business tone.

          "First, let's go to the kitchen. Because food is important."

           I announced and marched towards the kitchen, with him following.

          Our kitchen consist of stove, oven and all the kitchen appliances. Ingredients in the upper cabin which I should stand tip toed.

         A sink. Chimney and a double door fridge which is both black in colour.

         Counter in the left corner front, with wooden stools. Potted plant here and there.

          Our picture on the wall and a clock. The picture was taken, when we first made a cake. I was seven years old back then. Nate noticed that and smiled.

          Then, we have beaded curtain in the entrance of pantry section. Our kitchen is basically lavender and white coloured theme.

           I went straight to the fridge and took left over cake. He chuckled.

           "Nice tour, so far." He said sarcastically amused. I smiled sheepishly.

           "I need to recharge. Want some?" I offered, taking another spoon.

          He came close to me, grabbed the spoon and took a bite. I just shrugged. We shared the cake and finished it.

          Whole time we were silent. I tried to concentrate on cake but him being so close to me, not much luck. Why time is running too slow? When I looked at him  I think he doesn't seem to bothered at all.

           "I will put it in sink." I announced and went away. I need some air. I sighed.

             "So, where next?" He asked.

            "Umm, what about game room?" I asked uncertain.

            "Last time, we stayed there." He recalled.

             "Oh!! Ok living room." I announced and went, without hearing his reply.  He followed.

             I think, this home tour idea is teensy beensy bit bad.

             Our living room consist of TV, sofa and other normal stuffs.

              But what makes it more interesting is, it is also filled with photos of our childhood, old music CDs hanging on the wall, a shelf full of our achievements and memorable gifts, And our handprints in the wall when we renovated.

            I blabbered most of the history behind these things. He listened intently with a soft smile on his lips.

             "What is this?" He curiously asked.