Spain's Lost Diary: 2

Spain's Lost Diary: Page 2

Cooking: Cooking is certainly a joy, it brings out the best in people sometimes, or... it could bring out the worst. When it came to you, it brought out someone I never knew, someone that was hard to find.


    "Oh, hey there, why don't you come in? Its not a crime for you to be in here Lovi~"

  You were hesitant, but you finally lingered in, I was overjoyed when you did, and really hoped you'd stay, rather than run off like you sometimes... often.. did.

   "Do you know how to cook anything?"
"N-no..."
    You looked away, I was cautious in asking why, but it finally slipped out of me;

"Why not? Its lots of fun..."
    "Because!..."

You didn't continue your sentence, and I didn't pester you about it, if you didn't want me to know, you had a logical explanation.. or rather, an explanation that was logical for who you were.

   "Well I'll teach you.. how about that?"
"K.. kay.."
   I didn't know why you were being submissive that day, but, I didn't want to ruin it either, so I didn't dwell on the thought, instead, I let you help me. You were amazing, Watching you work in the kitchen was like watching a beautiful performance. It seemed like you belonged there, and I was happy to see you enjoying yourself, that is, until...

   Crash!

I turned as quick as I could, leaving the dough to rest, you were standing there covered in tomato paste.

   "Lo.."
You shook and ran out of the kitchen before I could engage in aiding you with a towel. I didn't pursue you, instead, I stayed behind to clean up the mess, not that it was too much trouble of course.

    I took the rest of the afternoon to finish remaking the sauce, cooking the pizza to perfection.

"Lovi... I have a piece of pizza for you, its really delicious, you should try it~"

    You didn't respond, I hesitated on entry, but I had to make sure you were okay. Placing the pizza on your bedside table, I sat next to the lump under the covers that was you.
    
   "It was an accident.. it wasn't a big deal..."

"It was a big deal to me..."
   "But why?"
"He's better than me.. why don't you go cook with him!?"
   "Wait.. who.. what are you talking about Lovi?"
"Go cook with my brother!"

      I always knew you'd felt this way, but had he really busted your confidence that much? To the point that if you failed once, you didn't try again? I was terrified to think that might be true. Venenziano didn't seem like a bad person, he was helpful, kind, but to you and your heart, he was your personal hell, always succeeding, always doing better than you ever thought you could. Your confidence was thrashed, and your will was torn to pieces. Thinking about that, it must have been hard for you to even agree to cook with me, and my heart was suddenly, very grateful that you even tried.

   Then I got an idea.

"You're going to let him win then Lovi?"
    You said nothing, though I could feel your attention on me.

"You're going to let your brother get the best of you? He may be cute, and he may be talented, but I thought you were stronger..."

   You sat up straight away.

"I am!"
   "Really!? Then you're going to help me make some Pie!"
You nodded, determined to get this right.

    We spent the night in the kitchen, making a mess, and tons of pies, we weren't the least bit tired, or at least, we didn't think so.

   In the end, when we were out of ingredients, and had tried almost every pie there, you fell asleep on my lap, and your warmth, caused me to fall asleep too, sitting there against the fridge.

     You and I have shared fond memories in the kitchen, and I hope we continue to do so.

Soon after that, the Grocery Store became your favorite place~