The Broken One

***Fast Forward To The End Of The Week***
“Hey. How was school?”
Andy asks as I walk into the house.
“Fine”
I say in a flat, boring tone. Andy’s sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on the table in front of him. He has a notebook and pen, probably writing new song lyrics.
“Come here for a sec will you?”
Andy says as I start to walk up the stairs to my room.
“What?”
I ask, walking back down and standing in front of him, getting a little bit nervous of what he wants.
“Are you ok, lately you don’t seem like the girl I first met, your even quieter than usual”
He asks, concern lacing his voice.
“I-I'm fine. I just have had a lot of work to do”
I say, hoping he leaves it at that. I haven’t told him anything about how the kids treat me at school. He also doesn’t know about the cutting and I plan to keep it that way. If he found out he would probably freak out.
“You sure? I'm here if you need me you know”
He says, studying me thoughtfully.
“I'm sure. Can I go now, I have homework”
“I guess, if you need any help with it just ask”
He says, going back to his notebook and writing something down.
I go up to my room and lay down on my bed, exhausted from the week. It had been hard, I didn’t think it was ever going to end. Luckily it did though, one more day of people acting like I am a piece of dog shit stuck to their shoe and I might have gone crazy, now I have the weekend to rest and hibernate under the warm covers of my bed.
After I take a quick nap I get up and go on my phone, searching aimlessly. I'm watching a cat video when Andy comes up and knocks on the door.
“Come in”
I say and he opens the door and walks in.
“What do you want for dinner, we can order something if you want”
He says as he messes around on his own phone.
“We’ve ordered food every day of this week, don’t you cook?”
I ask him, my eyebrows raised.
“I would be lying if I said I did”
He says, laughing.
“Do YOU cook?”
He asks.
“Yes actually, me and my dad used to cook all the time together. I grew up with him constantly wanting me to help him fix meals”
I say, getting a little sad thinking about all the time I spent with my parents.
“So I guess you don’t want to order something and just do it the easy way….”
He says, fake complaining.
“No, I'm teaching you how to make something, come on”
I say, getting up and pulling him down the stairs. I go into the kitchen and start looking around, seeing what kind of foods he has in the house. By the looks of it he doesn’t have much, we’ll need to go shopping tomorrow.
“How about pancakes? Have you ever made those?”
I ask, trying to find something simple that I could teach him.
“Not once”
He answers.
“I'm gonna teach you”
I say, smiling. Andy grumbles about it jokingly as I get out the pancake mix, mixing bowl, pan, spatula, spoon, eggs, milk, flour and sugar. I set them all out on the counter and start mixing the things up.
“It takes that much stuff to make pancakes?”
He asks. I look at him, at first to see if he’s serious and then out of amusement. I start laughing.
“What did I do?!”
Andy asks, confused but starting to laugh too.
“You literally have no clue how to make anything do you?”
I ask him.
“Well…Nope”
He says.
“Then watch closely”
I say, continuing mixing.
By the time we get done cooking, the kitchen is a mess. We fill our plates and wait till we’re done to clean up. The pancakes didn’t turn out too bad.
Cooking lesson accomplished.

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