The Author was enjoying creating Kesley far more than she felt she should. He was half-demon, half-angel, and she knew there was going to be some conflict with Kelsey and Alex. In fact, before she brought Kelsey out, she decided she should warn the Hermit about the dangers of putting two people with demon-blood in the same house. Pulling the notebook toward her, she jotted down a quick note: Just so you know, putting Kelsey and Alex together would be bad. Their demon bloods will... Well, let's just say they'll end up doing something they'll regret later.
She turned back to Kelsey's profile while she waited for an answer, which popped up just a few moments later. Awesome, sounds like we've got some drama heading for the House. Why do you always have to make such dramatic characters? :P
The Author snorted, rolling her eyes. "Right, because Alex isn't dramatic at all, and a girl who hides as a guy isn't dramatic at all." She giggled then pushed away the notebook, putting her full attention into Kelsey's profile.
Aiden and Alex ended up watching "Gattaca" together, and by the time it was over, Alex's stomach was rumbling. She stood and stretched, grinning at Aiden. "That was a pretty good movie. Do you want to come down to dinner with me?"
He glanced away, nervously pulling his knees up to his chest. "I-I don't go down there to eat," he admitted then looked up at Alex, "but if you want, I could make you dinner."
Alex looked over at the kitchen in his room. "Well, I guess it can't hurt." She glanced at him with a smirk. "It'll be edible, right?"
Just the slightest smile tugged at his lips. "Yeah, it'll be edible," he promised.
Only twenty minutes later, Aiden had whipped up a couple of tomato and basil pizzas on flat bread along with a chicken salad topped with self-grated parmesan cheese.
"I hope this is okay," he said, setting it all on the table as Alex eagerly sat down. "I wasn't sure what you'd like."
She took up one of the pizzas, taking a bite. "Mmm! This is amazing, Aiden! What cheese is this?"
"It... it's mozzarella," Aiden said, blushing, "and not that nasty part-skim stuff that most stores sell. I grate it myself so it's fresh."
She grinned at him. "Well, it's amazing. I can't believe you cook like this. Where did you learn?"
He shifted nervously. "My aunt taught me... My mom's sister." He jumped when a timer beeped. "Oh, I'll be right back!" He ran into the kitchen, pulling out the item in the oven and heading back to the table. "Sorry, I'd almost forgotten about those."
"What is it?" she asked.
"Just dessert," he said with a shrug.
After they'd finished dinner and he'd cleared away the leftovers and the dishes, he brought out another shocker: cupcakes carefully frosted and decorated.
"Oh, my god, Aiden," Alex said, eyes wide with shock. "You're like a cooking school with legs."
He blushed, smiling shyly. "Thanks." He handed her one of the cupcakes. "It's red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting."
"Wow, Aiden," Alex said, taking a bite. "I can't believe you've been hiding this secret talent of yours. There's a huge kitchen downstairs that you could have at your disposal! Why not use it?"
Aiden just shrugged and began eating his own cupcake. How could he explain to her that he didn't like being around people because of what his dad had done to him? She wouldn't understand; she was normal.
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