Chapter 5 : Bright as the sun
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“Oh shit.... no no no, stop, stop boiling!” I’m terrible at this. Why does macaroni always cook over. The flames are sputtering when the water hits is. I take the pan of the fire to make the boiling stop. Stupid macaronis. I’m busy getting the bubbles down when a very unnerving smell hits my nostrils.
Oh god, that smells like something is burning.
It’s my sauce! Around the sides of the pan it’s getting all black. I quickly take the other pan off the fire as well. There is no way to get the black stuff out of my sauce, is there? It looks hopeless. The sauce is still sizzling and bubbling. Carefully I bring the spatula to my mouth to taste the sauce. It tastes awful, like burned tomato’s. That’s not a nice taste.
I hope that at least my macaroni made it out okay. With a little caution I stick a fork in the macaroni pan. It gets stuck into a clump of macaroni’s, when I pull it out half the macaroni’s hang on it, sticking together like a bunch of teenage girls. It’s slightly problematic, since I have nothing else to serve. My sauce is burned.
“Oh help me god,” I groan, looking up at the clock. It’s a quarter to seven, which means I barely have time to come up with a rescue plan. Opening my fridge I look around my remaining food. There is a bottle of ketchup and some unions. And I’ve got some cheese left. Maybe if I can unstuck my macaroni’s a little and cover them in ketchup, fried unions and cheese it will make a decent meal?
I set up the table; two plates with sticky macaroni covert in ketchup. I place the cheese and the unions on the middle of the table. I put up some long glasses that will do for the wine. I wish I had a candle or something, that sure would give it a nice look.
Just as I put down the utensils the doorbell rings. I open it to reveal a dashingly hot redhead. Lily has got her hair up and is wearing a shot, strapless dress under her half opened coat. In one hand she’s got the wine in the other she caries a present, wrapped in golden paper. I let her into my flat, feeling a little shy at her presence here. She looks around shortly, handing me the wine and the present before taking of the coat. Her dress is even more amazing now I can see all of it. It’s dark blue and really fitting, bringing out her shape very nicely.
“You’ve got a nice place,” Lily remarks, still looking around. “I like the painting on the wall, did you make that?” She’s pointing at the large, Chinese dragon that covers most of my living room wall.
“No, that was here when I got in, I liked it so I left it there.” I admit. It is a nice dragon after all. “Do you want to eat first or...?” I don’t really know where I was going with that question. I just point at the table. Lily smiles and sits down. I open the bottle of wine she brought and sit down as well.
“What did you serve, good sir?” She asks pleasantly, a very light teasing in her voice. I give her a guilty smile, pouring us some wine.
“I was making macaroni and tomato sauce, the way my mom does. It’s not quite like she makes it though...” I shake my head a little and Lily giggles. “My sauce burned, instead I’ve got ketchup. You can ad unions and cheese if you like.” I point at the two bowls in the middle of the table. Lily pick up the spoon and scoops some cheese on her ketchup.
“Bon appetite.” She says with a grin. I look nervously as she cuts of a lump of macaroni and brings it to her mouth. She chews a swallows, looking up at me with a gleam in her eyes. “Not bad at all!” She exclaims. I relax and take a bite myself.
“You liar!” It does not taste good at all. The macaroni is clumped together like a thick kind of porridge. The ketchup is too sweet to make a good tomato sauce. Really, the only thing that is even remotely tasteful is the cheese. Lily grins at me.
“Trust me, I’ve had much worst!” She assures me. “At least you had the presence of mind to throw out the burned sauce. My brother served his Brussels spouts burned and still half cooked. This is a dream dinner compared to that.”
“Thank you, that definitely makes me feel better.” I says sarcastically. She just giggles once more and keeps on eating. I take a sip of the wine. It’s delicious.
“So, you got me a present? What is it?” I ask as I sit down on the couch. Lily picks up the golden present and gives it to me. It’s rectangular and feels suspiciously like a book. I tear off the wrapping paper and come to the conclusion that it is indeed a book. But not just a book, it’s called Guide for basic cooking, volume 1. It shows a boyish guy on the cover, juggling with two pans, a fish and a bottle of wine. I wonder if it will teach me how to do that. I turn the book over to find something made of fabric stuck to the back. It unfold it and see it’s a purple apron. In green letters it reads across the front: I might not be a top chef, but I look good in an apron. I makes me smile.
“That’s a clever line. Thanks! Those are really nice presents.” I tell Lily. She’s grinning broadly.
“I think you need a little help with it though. I offer to be your cooking assistant, if you want. So what do you want to do with the rest of our evening?” Lily asks, she puts her feet up on my couch and leans in against me. Hesitantly I put an arm around her.
“I don’t know.”I admit. “Maybe we could go watch a movie?”
Lily does not want to go outside though. So we have to think of something to do inside. A light drizzle is coming from the skies. I suggest to watch a movie on my TV, it might seem boring, but I don’t really care, as long as Lily is there. She thinks it’s a great idea. I tell my TV to find us a nice movie, suitable for this occasion. My TV does not react. Oh, of course, I’m not at my parents right now. I pick up the old remote control and start zapping through the available movies. I find one that I think will suite and sit back on the couch.
“I got us some fire whiskey, I think you’ll like it.” Lily says. I don’t know what fire whiskey is, but the golden liquid in the bottle she’s holding looks good. Lily pours us both half a glass. The stuff burns my throat a little, living up to its name. It makes me feel a little wobbly, but in a good way.
We are halfway through both the movie and the bottle of fire whiskey when a sudden dizziness hits me. This is something new, I normally take alcohol pretty well. The spinning in my head is getting worst and worst. I shake my head to get rid of it but it does not stop. Maybe I just need a bit of water, I decide. I get up from the couch and instantly fall over.
“OW!” With a loud bang my head hits the box containing my TV.
“Oh my... are you all right?” Lily hurries over to pick my. I feel my cheeks burn with humiliation.
“I’m all right, just a bit dizzy.” I tell her. I try to get up again, but I need her full support to keep me standing. Somehow my vision is swimming, a little blurred around the edges. At least the room is not swaying anymore.
“Erm, Neil? Could you hold still?” Lily asks nervously.
“What? I’m standing very still as it is, thank you very much.” I tell her.
“No, you are swaying like a Jack-in-the-box, really. Oh and your head is bleeding. Shit!” She pushes me down on the couch and starts to walk around really fast. Dazed I feel the spot on my head where I hit the TV-set. It’s pretty sore and sticky. I look at my fingers, there is some blood smeared on them. I guess I must be bleeding then. My stomach makes a flip, I feel something coming up that should not be coming up like that. Careful not to fall over again I hurry to the bathroom. With a nasty splutter my ruined dinner hits the inside of my toilet. It tastes much worst the other way around.
I lean against my shower feeling extremely embarrassed that I just threw up, after half a bottle of wine and a few glasses of fire whiskey. I am better with liquor than that. Lily has found a tissue to clean up my bleeding head. Her hand is lingering on my cheek.
“I’m sorry Neil, I totally forgot...” she lets her hand slide to my neck. “I did not think... it was not really smart of me to bring...” she looks into my eyes. I do not get what she is going on about. I can still not quite focus on her. “It’s better to get some water in your system and get you to bed. You might have a light concussion from hitting your head.” I think she might be right. My head is still spinning but it feels like bursting form the place I hit it on the TV.
Lily helps me up and steers me to my bedroom. I try to unbutton my shirt but when I look down at what my hands are doing I almost fall over again. Lily looks at me apprehensively for a bit, she takes my hands to steady me and sets me down on the bed. Her hands are now slowly unbuttoning my shirt and my pants too. In the times I fantasized about this I had never imagined myself to be drunk to the point of falling over and suffering from a slight concussion. Lily pulls of my shirt and pants with caution, she starts to look around for my pyjama’s, but I usually sleep in my t-shirt and boxers and so I tell her. Lily nods and kisses my softly on my cheek.
“Do you mind if I stay over, I want to see if everything is okay with you and also I think I’m a bit to drunk to get home on my own. If you’d have had a fireplace I might have managed but...” I don’t really know what she is talking about. It’s quite clear she’s drunk too. That fire whiskey must be really strong. I just nod and lie down on my bed watching her.
“Could I maybe borrow one of your t-shirts?”
“Thanks.” Lily picks out a clean shirt from my closet. “Could you help me with the zipper of my dress? It’s on my back.” Lily turns her back to my so I can undo the zipper. My hands are trembling a little when I take the metal label between my fingers and pull it down. As soon as it is undone I pull away my hands. I really want to touch the pail skin on her back, but this does not seem a good time with us both drunk and all that. Lily turns around again and takes of her dress. She’s now standing before my in only her knickers, tights and bra. She bends over to take of the tights as well. I hastily look at my hands. I don’t want to get myself to excided, after all I am drunk.
When I look up again I see Lily is still standing next to me, her arms folded across her chest, a very mischievous smile on her face. She looks at me for just a second, than picks up my t-shirt and pulls it over her head, putting her arms through the sleeves, grinning. She untangles her hair, making it fall around her face. She looks extremely beautiful, her well formed legs sticking out from under my old, too big t-shirt, her hair down. She puts her hand on her hips and watches me, her mischievous smile still in place.
“May I sleep in your bed or do you want me to take the couch?” she says teasingly. I fold back my duvet in response, making it clear she can stay here. Lily stepped in under the cover and curled up beside me. Placing her hand on my chest. “I’m really sorry that you fell over. I didn’t think the effect would be so- so fierce. But I think it will be better tomorrow.” Her soft murmur in my ear makes me want to reach over and kiss her. But my body is feeling to heavy to move.
“That’s okay. I had a nice evening anyway.” I murmur back instead. Lily chuckles softly and puts her head on my shoulder. I feel my eyelid getting heavy, the pounding of my head fades, the world goes black.
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