14: Arson

"You always eat that kind of food here?!" I was so irritated, I wiped my mouth with the tissue paper Tyler handed me.

Blake hasn't spoken a word ever since, I gave Tyler a knowing look and then traced to the gooey pot that looks like a witch poison that's color red almost violet with melted cheese.

"For some time now," Tyler answered.

"How can you eat that?" I remember having tea with Tiffany, I never imagined her cooking like this.

"I'm just going to throw this," Blake mumbled, wearing blue pot holder gloves.

I almost knocked over a condiments container when stopping him. I'm a person who doesn't like to feel bad about someone.

I should've held my mouth like Tyler did.

"No, Blake, stop. I can help you, I know how to cook."

Blake gloated at me. "Can you?"

It didn't took me a while to notice that the joke was on me. Blake gave me a wooden spoon and smiled at me. "I'll prepare the table."

Tyler was not on his spot when I turned around, Blake exited happily, I almost broke the sp