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I smile his way as I swallow my food and take another monster bite. “I would have agreed with everything you said just now, had I not watched you make a sandwich that consisted of four meats, jelly, peanut butter, cheese and pickles, baby, and then add chocolate sauce with marshmallows on top.” He looks at my plate with a grimace and then back at my face as I chew.

Dylan walked up and patted Jonathan on the back “Hey congrats man!” Elleanna smiled and then slipped away from Jonathan’s arms to go to her office to get work done. She turned on some music on to help her get through the work left to be done. She sang along “oooh…yeah-yeah-yeah….you can be the peanut butter to my jelly…you can be the butterflies I feel in my belly…you can be the captain and I can be your first mate…you can be the chills that I feel on our first date….you can be the hero and I can be your side-kick…you can be the tear that I cry if we ever split…you can be the rain from the cloud when it’s stormin’…or you can be the sun when it shines in the mornin’….don’t know if I could ev

Jay's words, not mine. I tossed the chicken into a pan, added a splash of oil, a dash of paprika, a pinch of salt, and a whole jar of curry to give it a good texture, I wanted to believe. The peanut butter came in last. I took just a spoonful of it, sniffed, and grinned. I could almost see Jay nodding his head as he eats.

“Are those peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, by any chance?” “I’ll have you know that I do make an amazing peanut butter and jelly sandwich. However, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’m saving those for a more romantic evening.” “Are you saying that more dates will follow this one?” Katie asked, reaching for a sandwich. Sam’s eyes met Katie’s. “I’d like to think so.”

He rolls out of bed and drags himself toward the kitchen like a man going to war. I snuggle back into the pillows, satisfied. A minute later, I hear cabinets opening, the fridge door closing, and then— “Do you want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?” I stare at the ceiling. “Does that sound like a chicken nuggets with honey to you?” “Desperate time,” he calls back. I sigh. “Fine.” A few minutes later, Sebastian returns, holding a plate with the saddest-looking peanut butter and jelly sandwich I’ve ever seen. He jumps back onto the bed and hands it to me. “Enjoy, my queen.”

"I need to eat." "We’ll get food when we get home." I shook my head frantically. "No. Now." He exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples. "Fine. What do you want?" I thought for a second. "Pickles." He blinked. "Pickles?" "And peanut butter." His jaw tightened. "Pickles and peanut butter?" "And maybe… ice cream?" I added sheepishly. Adrian stared at me like I had just asked him to burn down his company. "You’re joking."

Keanu picked up a super sized can of peaches. "Then again,with Jude here it might not last more than a week," he continued. "Oh ha ha.I'll try to make it last a little longer than that." I tapped my finger,trying to decide between wheat bread or bran then saw Nutella and forgot all about them. I snagged some almond butter too. And some peanut butter. And jam. And jelly. Dammit,now I definitely need to pick a bread. I shrugged and selected both.

“Add your own sugar.” I got the mug from him and added my own spoons of sugar. “You have to eat something,” he said, handing me a loaf of bread, jam, a saucer and a butter knife. “I am not a fan of jam,” I answered “Fine.” he removed the jam and replaced it with peanut butter. I froze and gave the peanut butter a disgusted look as if it had grown something weird. “What? You’re not a fan of peanut butter?” he asked, starting to sound irritated.

Hopefully he did not notice. “Voila, peanut butter and jelly”. I sniff it. “Smells like berries Em, try it”. I bite in and oh my… “this is amazing!”. The combination of the berry flavor with whatever peanut butter is, is to die for. “I’m glad you like it! It’s blackberry jam that my mom makes and jiffy peanut butter”. I tried to not eat it too quickly but I so desperately wanted another one. It is as if he read my mind and started making another one. Mor was doing spins in my mind, anxiously waiting for the next sandwich.

Judy searched the bottom cabinet for the chips just as Irene grabbed the peanut butter out of the top cabinet. “I don’t see them,” Judy said, sighing. “Oh, maybe they are on the top shelf,” Irene said, chuckling. Judy closed the bottom cabinet and then started to search the top cabinet while Irene got the lid of the peanut butter off and hid the container behind her back. Judy finally found the chips and opened them. She walked back to the sandwich and placed a handful of chips on the plate. “Oh, juice!” Judy said as she closed the bag of chips. “He likes apple juice, right?”