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 to go

of us stand. "Sure. No problem. And thank you

if I should go inside or not. Little by little I slowly reach for the door and opened it. I see Nick

marched inside. "I was wondering if you needed

you chop this for me? I'm still going to make the sauce."

paused. I don't know how to do

follow the shapes of what I already

both quiet while we were both doing our thing. When

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

years now."

cook?" I tried to make

"No." He said quickly.

didn't ask anything else further more cos I'm sure he'll just get mad at me if I do so. He's in a foul mood right now and I don't

called out.

and turned to

what I said that night when you

talking about Catherine. He was

cook than I do. But then I noticed that he's been even more very quiet since that time he told

were done watching this rom-com movie. Tracy and I were both laughing about the movie but Nick was just quiet right next to Tracy. Then Tracy and I started

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

rooftop little by little, I looked up to the ceiling, then it poured hard with the next ones in a few seconds. I hurriedly ran to the window and the rain was pouring outside the house making everything totally soaked within two seconds. The loud pitter patter of the rain echoes inside the house and I think we

on the way

sleep here for tonight?" I

don't have a choice."

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

not going to

I gave up.

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 me. Nick and I started washing and drying the dishes together. The sound of the rain on the rooftop were echoing and the plates clinking

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

going to sleep on

show me her room so I went upstairs with her. It was so girly and I could see her old photos

Tracy and I stop. Both of us got worried. What if a robber could've

Tracy called out.

of us quickly stumbled downstairs and ran to the kitchen. My eyes widened out from my sockets.

There's blood.

Blood dripping.

His blood is dripping all over the

Tracy shrieks.

to you?!" Tracy and I

was holding his wrist tight with the