Love Aint Always Pretty

Petrichor

- the scent of rain on dry earth

Origin: Greek

16

After visiting their mother's tomb, it was almost twelve noon when we left there and I'm terribly starving right now. The car paved way to the gravel road and I saw us arriving on the pathway of this old looking house. Tracy seemed so excited to be here but Nick was just quiet after we left the cemetery.

"Starving Savannah?" Tracy gazed at me over the rear view mirror.

"A little." I answered.

"Don't worry. Nick is here. He knows how to cook." She says before unbuckling her seatbelt.

When they stepped out of the car, I did too. I pulled my blouse down to cover my showing skin above my garter and then finally stared at the white colored house. Vines were creeping on the corners of the house and I see a patio swing right on the porch. I walked behind them as we march our way near the house.

"Who owns this house?" I asked.

"We do. It's where we used to live before we headed college." Tracy answered.

Nick inserts the house key to the knob and finally opens the front door. It was a small house and everything inside looked untouched, like they were still new furnitures. The living room couch was colored light green and the walls were white. There's this staircase that leads to the second floor and I see a door right across the living room which is probably the kitchen. Tracy closed the front door behind me as I watch Nick entering the kitchen.

"Are there still foods in the kitchen Nick?" Tracy asked.

"Yeah. I called Mr. Moore that we were coming over today so he did some grocery." He answered.

Tracy and I headed to the couch. "Your brother knows how to cook? Seriously?"

She nods and grabs the remote as she starts to turn on the television. It was an old looking tv but it was still working.

"Who's Mr. Moore?" I asked.

"The caretaker of this house. He's the one who's been looking after our place when we left for college. He lives a little close by."

The kitchen door swings open, "What do you girls want for lunch?"

"Make your all time famous spicy spaghetti Nick." Tracy said happily.

Nick gazed at me. "Would you want that for lunch?"

I nodded right away. "Yeah. Sure."

He walks inside the kitchen. "Could you look after my brother for me? He doesn't wanna be alone inside that kitchen."

"Why?" I asked.

his past. Could you? I just need

of us stand. "Sure. No

by little I slowly reach for the door and opened

"I was wondering

I'm

paused. I don't know

the shapes of what

both quiet while we were both doing our thing. When I was

Guys don't really likes to cook." I

years now." He answered.

cook?" I tried to make a conversation.

"No." He said quickly.

right now and I don't know why he is. Gosh he's so moody. I cleaned the table and threw the trashes that

He called

paused and turned

what I said that night

at him, he's talking about Catherine. He was still focused on what

was great. He's even a better cook than I do. But then I noticed that he's been even more very quiet since that time he told me to

Nick was just quiet right next to Tracy. Then Tracy and I started playing cards while Nick was just watching us. By six, when we were ready to leave, we started packing and the

I think we can't leave yet." Tracy called out while she

hurriedly ran to the window and the rain was pouring outside the house making

clear. The road maybe slippery on the way back. It's

have to sleep here for tonight?" I

a choice." Tracy answers.

class tomorrow that I can't miss." I say.

I guess you'll have to miss it then cos I'm not going to take the risk on driving on a rainy night." Nick

I gave up.

of chicken with sauce. He's so good and I wonder how he got this skill. Tracy and I were the only ones talking while eating. By the time it was time to clean up the table, Nick helped me place the dishes to the sink while Tracy went upstairs to prepare a room for

paired with those mesmerizing blue eyes, his broad shoulders, sharp jawline and goodness the way he always smell so insanely delicious as if he

door swings open. "Savannah. I'm done preparing your room. You're going to sleep on my old

hand. She seems so excited to show me her room so I went upstairs with her. It was so girly and I could see her old photos when she was young while she was with

robber could've

Tracy called

out from my sockets. Broken glasses were scattered on

There's blood.

Blood dripping.

hand is covering with blood. His blood

Tracy shrieks.

happened to you?!" Tracy and

the