Consequences

High Talks

02/29/2016

" Are you sure about that? Like completely sure?"

" I have no idea about what I'm doing but you wanted potatoes and we have an oven."

I stared at him while he was putting the food directly on the (grille). I never saw my mom doing that and I kinda remembered her adding some spices on the potatoes but we were hungry and we had nothing to eat besides this. He turned the thing on and we stared at the light.

" Do we just have to wait?"

" I guess so."

We kinda decided to eat on the roof to look at the sunset but it was in less than half an hour and this meal didn't seem as easy as we thought.

" It was your turn to do groceries." He grumbled.

" I forgot it happens Shawny."

"You forget everything."

" Sorry to not be a control freak like you Canada, go by yourself then."

"On a Sunday night? Can you think before you open your mouth?"

" Can you stop being a jerk?

Shawn glared at me and quickly checked at the potatoes.

" They're not even dry..."

I sighed and went to the living room.

" Let's just watch an episode of Friends, it will be ready by then."

"But we're going to miss the sunset..."

" Shawn do you want to eat wet potatoes?

" Well... I guess not. "

We watched silently on the couch my favorite show. My roommate seemed so interested that he put another episode and we both forgot our dinner plan for tonight. At some point, I smelled the burnt potatoes and ran toward the oven to turn it off.

" So... What do we do now?"

I stared at Shawn while holding the hot plate.

"I guess it's still eatable, let's just go to the roof!"

"Really?"

"Come on, it still could be fun! Watching at the stars, lighting up some candles..."

" Cuba, is this an end-of-the-month dinner for broke students or a date?"

I giggled and playfully punched him with my free hand.

" We can make it nicer it's kinda sad to just eat potatoes."

" It would not have happened if you did not buy this 500 $ stereo. "

" I don't hear you complain when you constantly put Ed Sheeran's songs every fucking day!"

" Well, my stomach complains."

I snorted and made my way to the front door.

" Just shut up and come with me Mr. Cranky-pants. "

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" What do you think? " I asked him trying to shew my potato.

" It has any taste. "

" Well, we saw that coming."

I looked at the sky and sighed.

" No stars tonight. "

" Camila, the day you will see stars at New York will never come. There are way too much pollution and light in this city."