Thread: All The Small Moments (Grizzly_Mang & Beelzing)

Damian smiled and nodded at Audrey as she passed him the blunt. Truth or dare was good. Actually, he hoped on some level, buried deep down within himself, that he could use that game as an excuse to get these thoughts off his chest. These thoughts, these feelings were eating him up inside and he could no longer deny it. He accepted the blunt back from Audrey and took the last few puffs off of it before putting it out. He would save the roach for later, for another blunt he could roll after dinner was eaten after all, he had lost time to make up for, right? While he zoned out, high and lost in his head, he imagined confessing his fucked up feelings to Audrey. He figured he could blame it all on the intoxicants, in case she reacted like society said she should, which is why he was going to wait until they were drinking to bring it up. Damian was a pussy, a pansy, truly but while he thought to himself, blazed on the couch, he realized he couldn't live another three weeks with these feelings. It hadn't even been two days and he was already making an ass of himself. He pictured himself foaming at the mouth, with eyes rolled back into his head, and a throbbing boner which would take nearly all of his blood this was him a week into the vacation. If anything, the boy thought to himself as he stared into the far wall. I can blame it on the drugs and spend a few days with my boys. I think... He didn't feel comfortable sitting in silence with his sister, not with what scattered, taboo thoughts ran across his mindscape. So he was about to get up and head into his room, using a non-existent English project as an excuse when she asked him about dinner. He beamed, subconsciously, at his sister and hopped up. I got you, was all he said. With that he pushed himself up and literally skipped into the kitchen and turned the oven and stove on. He figured they bought enough salmon to last at least two meals, so for the moment he would bake the fish instead of preparing the small, charcoal Coleman grill his father kept on the patio. He set the oven at 375 degrees and threw open the refrigerator doors, eager to impress his sister with his blooming culinary skills. This was one thing he was sure-at least, at the moment-that he could do better than Alexander . His father was a workaholic, and with Audrey gone dinner time usually meant just Damian and his mother. So, over the last few years, he strived to become someone capable in the kitchen if only to show his mother he was capable of independence. She didn't really grant him any additional freedoms, but he learned to love to cook. So he washed his hands eagerly and slapped two salmon fillets on a cookie sheet, seasoning them with Adobo OOC Sorry, I'm from Florida, this is our go-to seasoning and pepper and lemon juice and oregano before shoving them it the oven. He set the timer for 27 minutes and turned the stove to mid-high heat, This was exactly what he needed, something to focus on to keep his mind from wandering to places that would make Maury Povich blush. He set a pot of water, with a slice of butter, onto the hot burner. His plan was to cook some salmon with a garlic lemon cream sauce, served over a jasmine rice pilaf. In the back of his mind he knew he discussed pasta with Audrey, but he was stoned and decided to saved the pasta for another night. He was trying to impress at the moment, and pasta was easy but rice was hard. At least, good rice. So, while he set the oven timer for 27 minutes and awaited the pot on the stove to boil, he pulled out his MP3 player from his pocket. He grabbed some cheep earbuds from his back pocket and selected Light Skinned Beauty by Theo Croker, letting himself get washed away in the jazz as he gathered the rest of his ingredients. Damian loved the culinary arts, much like he loved the written word mostly because you really had to royally fuck up to ruin the art. So he grabbed the package of jasmine rice his family kept in the pantry of which he poured a cup and two thirds into the pot on the stove, and also a peach from the fridge. He cut a section of the peach off, dicing it, which he kept off to the side to sprinkle onto the fish. He added Adobo to the rice, as it boiled, as well as some frozen peas he grabbed from the freezer and some onion powder. He also added some of the peach to the rice, which was getting close to being ready the rest he sprinkled over the fish as it reached the last 15 minutes of it's cook time. He was quite excited to cook for his sister, to really show her some tangible proof he'd grown since she left. Hell, he remembered a few years before she left for college he was still asking her to make him his sandwiches he smirked as he thought about how far he'd come and how Audrey would react. He wanted nothing more than to blow his sister away with his cooking, so he happily diced some onions and added it to his rice. His smile could have cut scars in his cheeks as he stirred the bubbling rice pot as the time for the fish ticked down. You mind feeding the dog? he called, his voice a little too loud to compensate for his music. Her food's in the cabinet closest to the back door. Just give her two scoops and set the dish outside our dinner'll be done soon.