Chapter 15 - Evermore the Teacher

We just chatted for the rest of the train journey, and after we’d got off the train, we skipped the rest of the way home, laughing all the way. Well, who said that life was all work and no play?

I stumbled slightly when we were skipping, but you try skipping in high heels.


I was amazed that nothing seemed to have gone wrong today, apart from perhaps being bombarded with cameras outside Buckingham Palace, but even that hadn’t spoiled anything. Maybe my luck and life were turning around...


“What do you want for supper?” I asked him when we got in.

“Whatever’s going.” He shrugged.

“Well, we’ll need to go shopping...” I grimaced, and he laughed.

“I’ll nip into town and get a couple of pizzas...” He laughed.

“And while you’re there, you can get some vegetables.” I grinned at him.

“Just like your mother.” He patted me on the head, as if I were a cute puppy.

“Wait... That was a compliment, wasn’t it?” I was trying to work it out.

“Well, naturally.” He said, as if it were obvious, then shrugged off his coat, while I presented him with a list of what to get, and where are the best and cheapest places to get them from; I also made sure that he had enough money, and enough for a taxi fare home, and when he had said that he had more than enough, I told him to spend it wisely.

“I’m not five.” He’d said, and then walked out the door.

“Well, have fun.” I said, watching him walk down the drive, then he turned the corner, and was gone.


Alone in the house wasn’t nearly as bad as it used to be. I got changed into shorts and T-shirt, then I went to do some training, in the room (after locking the door [Marcus had a key] so that we didn’t get any unexpected or unwanted visitors), and did some jogging on the treadmill; I couldn’t really be bothered doing anything too strenuous.


I ended up going on the rowing machine, to build up my abs, and then lifting some heavy weights, and pulling myself up to the bar on the ceiling, to help with my strength and climbing. I got really involved, that I hadn’t noticed the time slip by; I hadn’t even noticed Marcus come home, and stand there in the door way. I had been listening to my iPod, so naturally, I hadn’t heard him...


I did a double-take when I saw Marcus standing there, looking as if butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth; wait, no. That’s just my perception. If I didn’t know him so well, I’d say he looked butch, and to be quite honest, kind of scary-looking, on account of his muscles...

It was funny how in the matter of months, a boy that had gone from scrawny and skinny, to muscular and desirable... Nope, to me, he’d always been desirable.

“So... awkward.” I managed to say at last.

“What’s awkward?” He wondered.

“Me not hearing the door go, or anything. I’d swear, I’m losing my touch.” I shook my head.

“That’s not true. You have ‘feelings’ when stuff’s going to happen; you know that.” He made his fingers into quotation marks.

“Well, I suppose that I’d better get supper going or we go hungry tonight.” I laughed.

“And I suppose that I’d better help you with it.” He chuckled.

“Have you ever cooked before?” I wondered aloud as we were going downstairs.

“Nope; you’re going to have to teach me, or you do the cooking all the time.” He smiled.


“Right, well, first, you need to take the cabbage out of its packaging, separate off the leaves, and rinse them in the sink to make sure that there are no grubs or anything in it.” I instructed once we got downstairs.

“What are you going to do?” He asked.

“Pre-heat the cooker, and take the pizzas out to defrost.” I winked, turning on the cooker.


I looked in the cupboard next to the one under the sink to find the right size pan to put the cabbage in, and a similar-sized one to put the carrots in.


The End

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