1 Guy 2 Spoons Novels & Stories

“The mistress will inspect you after.” Another man carried a pot, spooning little dollops of oats into the plates. When he came near me, he smelt clean in this house full of filth. I stared at his fingernails, noticing how sparkling they were. He dropped a spoon in mine then paused and added another one. “Hey,” the girl I used her soap pointed at my bowl. “He gave her two spoons,” she whined.

It was completely infuriating how even his damn teeth managed to look effortlessly attractive. Instead of reclaiming the shared utensil, I quickly pulled open the utility drawer next to me, pulled out a clean spoon, and shoved it into his hand to give him his own. From there, a strange, unspoken truce settled over the counter. We both stood there at the kitchen island, dipping our respective spoons into the exact same ceramic bowl, entirely wrapped in a thick, heavy silence. It was such a basic, mundane activity, yet my pulse was hammering frantically against my ribs like a trapped bird.

Spooky looks at Tornado, and his eyes were all on Sophia who was innocently pouring some glass of pineapple juice for him. "Thanks Sophia" He said and winks at her, Sophia smiles, while Spooky frowns and stood up to her feet ready to attack Sophia.

"I never tried before. How about we give it a shot?" Hence, the bored aunt and nephew squeezed half a cup of lemon juice. They both looked at the muddy water but dared not try it. "Jules, let's play rock-paper-scissors. The loser takes a sip. What do you say?" Valerie suggested. Julian wasn't feeling up for it. He said, "We have a foodie in our house. Why bother being guinea pigs ourselves?" The aunt and nephew simultaneously looked at the elderly man, who was immersed in Bubble Crush in the living room.

He's not in the mood, I can tell, so it'll be better if I should keep my distance from him. He did not answer back. Instead, he focused his attention on the food and drinks on the table. In the middle of our meal, he suddenly set the spoon and fork on the dish with a bit of an intention. He intentionally dropped the spoon and fork on his plate to make a sound, and to get my attention.

The spoon wasn't the type to bend easily, but it did when I exerted my anger onto it, preventing me from speaking harshly. I smiled at him and looked at the spoon. "Wow... This spoon is really easy to bend. Am I a psychic or what?"

"Alex must get along very well with Fany, don't you think my husband?" "Fany has to go to college first," said Uncle. "It's not time to get married yet." It wasn't long before dinner came. Steaks, soups and lots of cutlery. There are four spoons, two knives and four forks. What are all these cutlery for? Fany took the outermost fork, as well as the knife. I followed picking up the same thing in front of me. "Sorry," I whispered. "For what? Want me to help slice the meat?" asked Fany.

The spoon dipped as if bowing, scooped out two teaspoons of sugar, and set itself back on the table beside the coffee cup. Then the sugar bowl headed toward Magenta and poised itself in midair as her spoon paused beside it. “One, please.” Magenta smiled as she glanced over at me, obviously enjoying my reaction. Once the sugar bowl and spoon were finished, they settled themselves back onto the table in their respective places. She lifted the spoon and lazily stirred her coffee as she glanced over at me, her expression serious. “Now, tell me what happened.” I looked down at the spoon, afraid to touch it.

He put the tray on his lap and dipped the spoon in it taking a spoonful of tea. He blew on it and after he was sure it wasn't hot anymore, he turned carefully and pointed the spoon to my mouth. "Ahhh." He said moving the spoon closer to my mouth. "Ah?" I asked again and then the spoon was in my mouth as the hot choco melted into my mouth. I subconsciously turned my head to look at the other six people in the room with us to see them already turning their heads away in embarrassment. I should just dig a deep hole and bury myself in it... oh alongside Chris. The said guy was still blowing on the spoon in his hand with utmost concentration and care.

Yet, there is a bitterness on his face that Jessie sees, but knows it isn't being directed at him for once. Jessie pulls out two pudding cups, still attached to each other. He frowns and places it atop his lap then digs into the bag again. His mouth twists up into a grim line, and he chances a glance up at Halo. Jessie Lio: Gael didn't bring spoons. He then glances at Halo, then pops one pudding cup off. Halo stares at him hesitantly as Jessie pushes the cup towards him with eager eyes. Halo Noel: Thank you, Jessie. Though, I might have an idea of how we can eat this.