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.

I just need to go

stand. "Sure. No problem. And

not. Little by little I slowly reach for the door and opened it. I see Nick chopping some spices, he pulled his head up to me.

"I was wondering

chop this for me? I'm still going to make

I don't know how to do

follow the shapes of what I already chopped."

sat down on the same chair and started chopping. We were both quiet while we were both doing our thing. When I was done chopping, I stand and handed him the chopping board with the chopped

you been cooking? Guys don't really likes to cook." I

years now." He

teach you how to cook?"

"No." He said quickly.

if I do so. He's in a foul mood right now and I don't know why he is. Gosh he's so moody. I cleaned the table and threw the

He called out.

paused and turned to him.

about what I said that night

talking about Catherine. He was

spicy. It was great. He's even a better cook than I do. But then I

but Nick was just quiet right next to Tracy.

can't leave yet." Tracy called out while

in a few seconds. I hurriedly ran to the window and the rain was pouring outside

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

we have to sleep here

a choice." Tracy answers.

class tomorrow that I

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

I gave up.

up the table, Nick helped me place the dishes to the sink while Tracy went upstairs to prepare a room for me. Nick

was my chance to look at him before this night would end. His golden-brown hair perfectly paired with those mesmerizing blue eyes, his broad shoulders, sharp jawline and goodness the way he always smell so insanely delicious as if he just stepped

You're going to sleep on my old one.

and grabs my 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

got worried. What if a robber could've

Tracy called

eyes widened out from my sockets. Broken glasses were scattered

There's blood.

Blood dripping.

His blood is

Tracy shrieks.

to you?!" Tracy

with the other. "The