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Chapter 5 (v.1) - Chapter 5-Salad Duty-

Submitted: June 06, 2011

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Submitted: June 06, 2011



Chapter 5

I walked down the beautiful marble stairs humming a song that was so old, I don’t know how I could have possibly known it, but like all surprises to me, it came naturally. I was going to help Catcher make dinner.

Catcher was probably the best cook in the whole world. It was the one thing he didn’t use his powers for. Tonight was the weekly dinner of stir-fry. When I entered the gorgeous kitchen, he was tossing yellow noodles high in the air so they flipped, in slow motion, and then finally landing back into the greasy base of the copper pan. He threw a wooden spoon in my direction, sensing my presence. I caught it because we all have extremely good reflexes. “ Your on salad duty Hayden.” His dark eyes, concentrating hard on the copper pan, as his light brown hair, got in his eyes. He quickly pushed it away, with a tan muscular arm. “ Sheesh Hayden, keep your thoughts to your self, please!” Levi said rudely entering the room. “ Oh you too, Mr. tan-muscles” he rolled his purple eyes. Luckily Catcher was concentrated on other things, to wonder about Levi’s comment. “ Then stay out of my mind.” I said through clenched teeth. “ Feisty.” Levi smirked. “ That’s right. Now get out of my mind you jerk.” I said, moving towards the salad bowl. “ I’ll try, but it’s harder then you think. “ He paused, and then approached me at my salad bowl, closing in towards my ear, “I’ll help you with the salad.” He whispered. “ Fine” I said stepping away from his reach, towards the fridge, to get lettuce, and tomatoes. He grasped my hand though holding me back. “ Hayden…” he started “ What?” I sneered, starring at my electric current filled wrist, and hands intertwined. “ I…” he mumbled. “It’s nothing.” He turned away from me, leaving my burning wrist and tingling arm to suffer, alone. I turned back to the fridge only to find Emerson standing there with a wide grin across his flawless face, his green eyes, and wide with amusement. “ You are so cute, and helpless.” He laughed. His laugh like all the others was magnificent: deep, but light at the same time. I loved Emerson’s laugh the most. “ If you would excuse me, I need to get some ingredients for the salad, for our dinner!” he laughed again, as I pushed him away. His laugh made me want to laugh, so hide my face behind the fridge door and giggled. “ I know I am hilarious, but please try to not praise me too much.” He winked at me, and I rolled my eyes. “ At least I don’t laugh at my own jokes.” I said smiling as I walked over to Levi, who was chatting with Catcher, carrying all the ingredients. I set them down and made the salad.

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