Chapter 10: Cooking (Wabara’s POV)
I climbed into the elevator and pressed the button to my floor before leaning against the wall. The doors opened a while later and I walked out to my apartment, ringing the bell.
Caleb answered the door with a pack of chips in his hand. “Come on in,” he smirked, acting like I was a guest.
“Fuck you,” I laughed, unleashing Bourbon who ran straight to the couch and jumped on, lying down.
Caleb looked at me and then looked at Bourbon and then back at me. “Did you take him on a walk or a run?”
“We walked there and ran back,” I shrugged, grabbing a water bottle for myself and filling up Bourbon’s bowl with fresh water. He jumped off and ran to the bowl, drinking water while I threw my shirt off. “I’m going to shower. Find something to do until then,” I sighed, putting the bottle back in the fridge after drinking some.
“Let’s make brownies, I want some,” he mumbled, opening cabinets and looking for the mix.
“You burnt them last time.”
“You want something to do, don’t you? So you make the brownies. I’ll eat them. Fifty-fifty,” he smirked.
I rolled my eyes and went into my room and grabbed joggers before going into the bathroom and hopping in the shower. I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair, staring at the same spot on the tiled wall.
Landon said he would come back today. I hope he doesn’t. I hope he never speaks to Indigo again, I hope she never has to deal with him again, hell, I hope I never have to deal with him again. But better me than her. We just have to make sure we get our story right if anyone asks us, whether that be Landon, Caleb, Moretz, or anyone else.
I turned the water off and grabbed the towel, quickly drying myself off. I pulled my sweatpants on and then ruffled my hair with a smaller towel before tossing it in the hamper. I walked back out without pulling a shirt on.
“Are you making the brownies?” he asked, sitting on the couch while Bourbon slept on his leg.
“I’m starving, I don’t have time to make them. Let me eat something else first,” I mumbled, grabbing a bowl, yogurt, some strawberries, banana, and blueberries. I sat on the couch beside Caleb while eating while we looked for something to watch.
“Watch Breaking Bad, I keep telling you.”
I finished my food and then turned to him. “Go ahead. I’ll make brownies for you, my little baby.” I scoffed, standing up and first giving Bourbon his food. Then I took out the brownie mix and started working on those. While I was doing that, Caleb strolled into the kitchen and sat on the barstool.
“Wabara.”
“What?”
“What’s cooking?”
“Nothing. Brownies are baking,” I replied, licking the chocolate off my finger.
“No, I mean what’s cooking between you and Indie?”
I tried not to react and kept working on the brownies. “Nothing, what are you talking about?”
“Then why was she here?”
“She wasn’t here. She just came here looking for Landon.”
“Did she now?”
“Yeah. You know what he did, right?”
“Yeah. And I know that if she was ignoring him like she said she was, she wouldn’t be looking for him, she’d let him come to her. And she wouldn’t be here for Landon. She might be here for you.”