Chapter 5

"Lil Nas X in the hoouussee!" I screeched as ‘That’s What I Want’ started booming from the speakers. The whole apartment was cloyed with the aroma of garlic, paprika, and chicken, and the kitchen was in the saddest state it had ever been in.

Asher Barcliff was making stir-fried spaghetti.

On the way back, Sam’s two favorite restaurants were just closing, and no matter how much we begged and pleaded for them to whip up something, they refused. So we drove to a grocery store and had a little debate on what to cook before proceeding to purchase ingredients for a certain recipe we always wanted to make. And now, as I stood in our very messy kitchen with bits and pieces strewn all over the counter and floor, I could proudly say the meal was well underway to become the very first dish I prepared without an epic fail.

Pitter-patter of feet had me looking back at the doorway to see Sam clad in a tank top and pajama pants and holding up her shaving razor, which still held s