1 Guy 2 Spoons Novels & Stories

Ryan’s POV After eating the oh-so-good spaghetti cooked by Kyle, the boys decided to play cards. They are going to play Pusoy dos, so I declined to join that game. As far as I know, the game rules indicate that only four players are eligible to play. One more thing, Kyle already did the cooking so cleaning the plates should be my turn. “Ryan.” I looked around to see Slyvester who came into the kitchen. “You can do the plates next time. Come on and join us. Let’s play.”

“Are you going to tell them you have another spoon?” I dig out the extra plastic spoon from the bag and sneak another bite of ice cream while Mark and Casper continue to fight.

I hope his friend will be there; the dude gives a killer head. As I recall the incident, I stop and freeze. "Shit!" I hiss the curse and tap down my pockets. Great, I forgot my fucking spoon, and it's too late to turn around and get it. Fuck it; I'll steal one of theirs and pretend it was mine all along.

He looked at me seriously and smiled. “You may have it now. I’ll wait for another stock” he said. I get the bottle and went back to our seat. I waited for my friends before eating. They come back gradually and we start eating. I noticed that I don’t have any utensils. “Jeez. I don’t have a spoon and fork.” I told and Eloisa heard that. “Who doesn’t have any utensils there?” I heard Gio who’s currently standing and holding a spoon and fork.

He rubs her back and she gestures to the problematic spoons, “I don’t see a difference, the size is the same, the position on the table is virtually indistinguishable from this other spoon. But using it for anything other than its intended purpose is ‘frowned upon most deeply’.” She sighs, giving up for now. George has again chosen her food for her, as she’s been drowning in the spoon section, struggling to see the spoons for the other mildly different spoons. George looks at the spoons in question, and frowns,

I didn’t get to finish my statement before he dug his spoon into the plate and shoved it into his mouth “What the fuck, you can have it” I pushed to plate to him in disgust “Thank you thank you,” he said shoving more spoons in his mouth while we stared in horror “Oh my fucking God, you guys need to try this” he took a spoonful each and shoved it into Caleb and Dylan’s mouths before they could protest In no time my plate was empty while I stared in horror. What the fuck was going on?

Dame grabbed his spoon without any reaction, and she laughed at how he ate without minding any of us. "Such a cute boy," I said and she beamed. We ate in silence, but I didn't miss out on how Vanessa would pick up Dame's spoon every time it fell, how she politely asked the waiter to change to replace their spoon with a child's own if they had any, and how fragile she looked underneath the strong woman she appeared to be. Everything about her amuses me, and I can't help but stare at her. "I need to use the restroom," Vanessa said, and I nodded.

something. "Damn, I don't have anything to put it in..." she said, twisting her mouth from one side to the other before dashing across the kitchen and grabbing a bowl and two spoons. She quickly used one of the metal spatulas to scoop it up and put it into the bowl and handed him a spoon.

She pointed, " “dessert spoon, soup spoon, tea spoon.” The bartender narrowed her eyes on the table as Bella pushed another bowl closer. “Two plates; salad plate and service plate –three forks; dinner fork, salad fork, and dessert fork.” Jane widened her eyes at that. She had never seen that many utensils at the table together. It took her a while to stare at each of them. As if Bella understood her inner turmoil, she paused and turned to look at the bartender. “Do you need a minute?”

I flushed at the sudden mental image and shifted to try to ease the sudden strange tension in my belly. "Two guys?" "Oh, no, one of each." "Oh! Wow. Okay... and?"