Edd's P.O.V
"What are you thinking?" I had asked him while trying not to look at him. Hugging him had really done something to me. Normaly I would despise any human contact but when he looked... so broken it urged me to do something about it. I needed to know what he was thinking. I turned to face him to see him looking at the floor in panic and confusion. He was thinking something, and I really needed to know what.
"I'm serious," I said looking straight at him to gain his full atention to show him that I was serious. He grew in panic as my gaze narrowed on him. I needed him to say something, anything really.
"Eh, uh eck," He choked out looking up at me in cunfusion and despreation. I let out a nervious chuckle. That would have to do for now.
I turned straight towards him and said "Come on pumpkin. If you don't choose an activity, I'll have to." I said looking at him with a face full of curiosity. I wonder what I could do.
"Well, Wh-what do you mean by activity?" He had asked stoping in his tracks.
Shit. What did I mean by activity?
"You don't wanna find out," I say trying to sound devilish but instead failing and sounding like I had no clue. In which case wouldn't prove to be false.
I walked forward into the kitchen to find out what to make for dinner.
As I search through the cupboards I hear Pumpkin enter the kitchen. I could hear the his awkward patting of his unsure feet. He probably assumed the house was booby trapped and I would set off some evil plan at any moment. Like I was some kind of a monster.
I let out a heavy sigh and turn around with a box of uncooked pasta. Clenching the box and staring at the floor I say "I'm not a monster." I had hoped to be quiet enough so he didn't hear. But at the same time I wanted his reaction.
He said nothing.
A minute passed before the heavily silence changed by the quiet footsteps of him walking past me. I looked up to peer at him to find him trying to reach for a pot. As he stood on his tip toes to reach for it I decided he wasn't physically capable of being tall enough to reach it. So I reached out and grabbed it then handed it to him.
Something told me if I didn't say something soon this would turn out to be really awkward.
"So how much pasta do you think would should make for the two of us?" I asked the words not fitting right in my mouth. The 'us' part felt comfortably wrong in my mouth.
"Um... We should cook 3/4 of the box because we haven't had lunch either." He said after a mathematical conclusion.
He filled up the pit of water and set it on the stove awaiting a boil point and I got a smaller pot to cook the sauce.
"Shit" he mumbled as he looked through the cupboards of my home.
"Something wrong?" I ask.
He looks around the cupboard again and sighs. "I think you're out of sauce. And I don't have any money with me to run to the store."
"Do you have any?" I ask.
"Not on me," he says looking at me like I had said something stupid.
"I mean at your household. You live across the street." I say pointing out the kitchen window at his house.
"Oh, yeah..." he says nervously.
"Running over to your house would be faster and cheaper than going to the store." I say suggesting that he run over there to at least check.
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