1 Guy 2 Spoons Novels & Stories

I thought. ''Get out.'' I stand on both feet, holding out a spoon toward his direction. Not the best weapon but who knows, it might help. I furrow my eyebrows at the spoon and I find him staring at me in amusement, ''I said, get out.'' I continue, starting to feel a little bit confused. He puts both of his hands back up in surrender, ''Whoa whoa, you're not going to attack me with a spoon aren't you?'' I hear him let out a light chuckle, ''Come on Athena, put the spoon down.''

On the tray in front of her were two pieces of leftover toast, a small bowl of fruit purée she’d barely touched, and a white plastic spoon that had apparently just been rejected on principle. Salma sat on the sofa, folding one of Poppy’s tiny cardigans while watching all this with the expression of a woman who had spent far too long around Belskys to be surprised anymore. “What now?” I asked. Poppy held up the spoon between two fingers, her face full of personal disgust. “This is a sad spoon.” I stopped at the bedside. “Excuse me?” “Look at the shape.” She pointed at it seriously. “It’s flat. It has no spirit. I want a spoon that’s... uplifting.”

I indicated the spoons I had on the counter, but not pointing out which one. I had two there, one that was bamboo, the other metal. The bamboo one was purely decorative, having carvings of trees and plants on it. When I saw Gaston come in, I picked it out just for him; hoping his love of pretty things would circumvent practicality. I was right in that aspect when he went to pick up the spoon.

I really wish I had not promised to be a good girl or I would have attempted my first dick slaughtering act. "Fine" I finally agreed. His eyes followed my hand movement as I handled the spoon to eat just a little from the bowl. He eyed me for a moment like he expected me to cough out a whole bottle of blood, but nothing like that happened. He let out a gentle sigh. "Okay" Idiot. "Do you want me to change the spoon?" I asked him. He squeezed his brows in confusion. "I mean I already used the spoon and for that reason, you might not want to use it anymore" I explained.

She then glared at Chloe and said, "I'll have that 2in1 limited edition cafe." "Noted. Anything else?" As Chloe was taking Remi's order. A guy popped up out of nowhere asking Chloe to name his cup. "Miss, can I have your name in my cup?" Remi looked at him annoyingly. "Uh- no sir. Haha, it should be your name written there so that I can call you." Chloe trying to handle it nicely to avoid any problems. "You can call me anytime if we exchange numbers." The guy said as he disgustingly looked at Chloe while Chloe was feeling uneasy.

I pick up the spoon. Scoop. Hold it out. She looks at it like it insulted her. “I’m not eating that.” “You will.” “No, I won’t.” I don’t lower the spoon. We stay like that. Locked. Waiting. Her jaw tightens. “You’re unbelievable.” “And you’re stalling.” “I’m not—” “Eat.” She slaps my hand away. The spoon clatters against the bowl. Some of the contents spill over the edge. Silence. Sharp.

I was not thinking it hardly because we always do that at home and there are not that many people inside the restaurant. After we ate, I noticed something on the table we passed, that woman who was eating is using a spoon!!! I glared at Dylan, he turned his back to me so he couldn't see me. 'He trick me again, he said the restaurant didn't have a spoon, but they did.' After we ate we decided to go home, we arrange all the groceries we bought. Then we watched a movie one after the other. Even if Dylan and I are at home, I'm happy as long as we're together.

"T-That's mine!" Annoyed, I took my spoon back from him. He looked at me and my hand holding a spoon in wonder. "You said eat, right?" He seemed confused to ask me. I frowned at him. "Yes, I did say that, but I didn't say grab the spoon from me!" I promised him bluntly. "If you want to eat get your own spoon!" I took the plate back from him and continued eating. "What a weed. a while ago you wanted to divide us and now you intend to spend it alone."

I thought he'd be proud to know I've memorised all the utensils on which to use for what but he's a tough one to please because I stutter the moment he asked me to demonstrate on how to use the spoon for soup in case it's hot. "You do it half moon crescent," he runs his spoon in the soup in front of him, "Not blowing it as if you're playing trumpet." I giggle again and pick up my soup spoon, copying his act, "Like this?"

I start walking towards it and Atlas, being the stubborn asswipe he is, doesn’t let go of the howling tall guy so I’m forced to drag him along. When I reach my precious little metal friend, I crouch down to grab it. First, I take a moment to examine the damage, then I wipe it off against my shirt until it’s clean and then, I turn to the guy again, holding the spoon up for him to see. “Bet you five dollars I can shove this inside your dick so hard it’ll get lodged in your balls and by the time the demonic doctors figure out how to get it out, the spoon will take the shape of a heart.” His eyes widen again but this time, he has no words to retaliate with. Sad damn days.