There are a few things I can cook, but it's embarrassing to admit how much I actually suck for being over half way through my twenties. However, I wanted to do something special for Brenna after she showed up last night, opening her emotions up to me, even if a little bit. Scraping everything onto a plate, I walk down the hall to my room. She lays there, looking over at the window with a sense of despair. Her body flinches when she realizes I'm in the room. "Morning," I whisper, walking towards the bed. She sits up a little more in bed, flattening my comforter over her lap. "Morning," she answers back. Her smile precious, but I can tell that whatever had her in tears last night is obviously still bothering her. "Order out or burn down the kitchen?" She eyes the food, her grin spreading mischievously. "Well, I can't promise not to give you food poisoning, but the kitchen is still standing." She reaches over for some bacon.
