Getting a call from Scott I answer my phone while Erica drives my armored rhino around in GTA 5, giggling like a mad woman as she smashes into cop cars with it.
"Yo Scott, what's up?"
"Hey Stiles, you said you would take me to look for my inhaler…I know you're busy with Erica but, they're really expensive and."
'Kinda forgot about the first episode's plot line…'
"Yeah, I'll be there in a little bit Scott." I reply to Scott and hang up as Erica turns to me with adorable puppy dog eyes.
"You're leaving?" Erica asks me, continuing with the puppy dog eyes and a pout.
"Heh, not right now, sending the Clone to handle things with Scott for now." I tell Erica and she laughs happily and goes back to the game, while I send my clone a mental command to go help Scott, search for his inhaler.
"Hey isn't it my turn?"
"Nope, because you're not spending the night with me…so I get to play GTA five all I want." Erica teases me, making me smile at her, my smile grows wider when her stomach rumbles loudly.
Erica turns to look at me with a sheepish expression on her face, "I'll make us some homemade mac and cheese." I tell Erica and stand up from the couch, that had miraculously cleaned itself while Erica and I were in the shower together.
"You can cook?" Erica asks me, sounding genuinely surprised, making me arch my right eyebrow at her, which in turn makes her blush and laugh self-consciously.
"My dad is the sheriff, and even though Melissa is an amazing almost adoptive mom, I spend a lot of time alone, cereal, microwave meals, and candy are great…but I also enjoy making food for dad, Melissa and Scott, since Dad and Melissa always work so hard and barely have time to take care of themselves." Erica starts to shrink in on herself and I sorry I may have hurt her feelings.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it as." Erica starts to apologize, "Shh, I'm not mad at you nor do I think you're insulting me, I'm just explaining to you why I know how to cook."
'I'm not really all that great at communicating…' I think as I walk into the kitchen
"It must be really hard on you not having your mom around…you know I didn't even know that there was a type of mac and cheese that didn't come from a box." I jump as Erica's voice sounds from a little bit behind me, I calm down and shrug.
"It is what it is, I…you'll think this is dumb, but I don't miss her cooking hell I don't even mind being alone all that much…what I really miss is when I was sad or sick or just needing some attention my mom would sit down, and either have me lay down next to her on the couch or bed, or sit on her lap and she'd run her fingers through my hair…that's what I miss most, that's also what I remember the most too, laying my head on her hospital bed, her weak fingers combing through my hair…I remember the night she died, her cold hand resting on my head, I knew what it meant I just didn't want to break the moment." The words just keep pouring out and before I realize it I'm fighting back a sob and wiping away tears from the corners of my eyes.
'Jesus, I forgot how difficult it is being an emotional teenager.'
"Stiles." Erica's voice is so soft and gentle as she hugs me from my left side in a rib crushing hug.
Erica and I stand in the kitchen with the fridge door open, before I break the emotionally intimate and vulnerable moment, "Thanks Erica, sorry for unloading some of my baggage on you."
"Don't apologize, if you ever want to lay your head on my lap and have me run my fingers through your hair…just lay on me…I'm here for you…" Erica murmurs softly, a bit of embarrassment tinges her voice but I can tell that she's being earnest and genuine.
"You may come to regret that offer." I joke trying to cover up my own embarrassment at how genuinely earnest Erica is being.
"Like I said before, I won't regret anything I do with you, I'll only regret the things I don't do with you." Erica says and presses a kiss against my cheek.
'It's too soon to fall in love right?' I ask myself as I look down into Erica's blue eyes.
"Thanks Erica, I'm really glad that I took the leap of faith this morning…and that we share art class." I tell her honestly.
"I'm really glad you did too, and that you shared all of this with me." Erica and I smile at each other, and suddenly Erica smacks my butt.
"Now get to work, househusband." Erica jokes and dances away from me, before I can retaliate.
A laugh escapes me, as I grab out a stick of butter, a container or cream cheese and a gallon jug of milk, setting them on the large wooden counter, before grabbing the large saute pan off of it's hanging hook.
'I like that this is a gas cooktop and not an electric one.' I think as I lean down and get the flame to where I like it, and peel the wrapper off of the stick of butter, it's half a stick for every two cups of milk.
Grabbing out dry and wet measuring cups, 1 ½ dry cup, 1 teaspoon, and one 4 cups liquid measuring cup.
Setting the larger measuring cups on the counter I walk over to the pantry and grab out the large container of salt usually used to refill salt shakers, a bottle of ground black pepper, and a bottle of diced chives.
I measure out one teaspoon of salt, and pour it over the melting butter, I measure out one teaspoon of black pepper and pour it over the salt on top of the butter, and follow it up with a measured out one teaspoon of diced chives, and dump them on top of the black pepper, salt and butter.
Throwing the teaspoon in the sink, I grab the large container that is labeled as flour, open it and scoop out half a cup of flour, setting the measured out flour on the counter.
I turn to the milk and pour four cups worth of whole milk, into the 4 cup liquid measuring cup.
'Need one of those, silicone scraper spatulas.' I think and my hand goes to a drawer instinctively. Inside is an assortment of spatulas, grabbing out the type I need. I close the drawer.
Seeing that the butter isn't melted yet, which I appreciate as it's giving me time to assemble everything, I grab a large boiling pot, put it under the sink faucet and turn on the water, shutting off the faucet I set the pot down, on the burner opposite of the one my butter for the Rue is melting on.
Leaning down grabbing hold of the dial I turn it to the max, reach over grab the salt and pour some into the pan, 'Should be enough.' closing the salt I grab my other dry ingredients, and return them to the pantry and grab out a box of small shells.
Walking back over to the cooktop I set the pasta down beside it, grab the gallon of milk from the counter and return it to the fridge, looking through the fridge for a moment I find a large bag of shredded mega extra supremely sharp cheddar cheese.
Returning to the counter I set the bag of cheese down on it, and find my water at a rapid boil, I grab the box of pasta, open the box and pour it into the boiling water, and start counting in my head.
'Need a casserole dish, and to preheat the oven to 350°.' I zone out as I take the rue into it's last stages, and drain the cooked pasta, mixing the creamy, cheesy rue and pasta together in the casserole dish.
Getting a bag of lays ruffles I break chips up on top of the Mac & cheese and cover it with tinfoil, before throwing it in the oven and setting a time for thirty minutes.
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Erica and I are sitting on the couch with bowls of mac and cheese, and I watch Erica as she spoons a spoonful of it and brings it to her mouth. She blows on it and slowly slides the spoon into her mouth and, "Oh my gawd this is shoo good!" Erica moans with her mouth open.
"Yes, praise me!" I joke as I begin to eat too.
'Mmm, I could have used a little less salt and a little more cream cheese…' I mentally critique my cooking.
I look over to Erica who is getting off of the couch and running to the kitchen…and she's getting more Mac and cheese. I smile as I watch Erica dig into my cooking, "I'm gonna get so fat, if you cook like this for me all the time." Erica complains good naturedly as she flops onto the couch beside me.
"I'll just have to make you burn off the carbs…with some extracellular activities." I tease Erica, and enjoy the way that she blushes, and coughs slightly in embarrassment.
Erica and I finish our bowls in silence with her leaning against me, seeing Erica's bowl empty, "Alright beautiful, I hate to eat and kick you out but Scott and I gotta gossip about the girls we like." I joke and Erica pouts and smiles at me.
"Fiiinnneee." Erica says in a long drawn out complaining sigh, I smirk at her antics and grab my phone, "Hey want to see my new wallpaper?" I ask Erica and hold my phone out to her, my new wallpaper being a picture of her face glazed with my cum as my cock slaps against her lips.
"J-just don't show anyone...and send it to me please." Erica stutters cutely and looks away from me shyly.
"Sure thing babe, why don't you program your number in my phone though first." I say to her, and Erica rolls her eyes at me, "Forgot you didn't have my cell number." Erica sighs in exasperation and plucks my phone from my hand and not only programs her number in but sends herself, her pictures.
"There, now you can text me whenever you want." Erica says while handing me back my phone smiling at me.
"Cool, I'll send you some nudes later." I playfully joke and stand up from the couch pulling Erica up with me and making a door to her bedroom appear.
"Do I really have to leave?" Erica asks me with a cute pout to her lips.
"Yes, but you can come back tomorrow after school…I'll pick you up in the morning." I say as I open the door and drag Erica through it with me, "Goodnight Erica." I say to her and gently sit her down on her bed.
"Goodnight Stiles…can I have a goodnight kiss?" Erica asks me in a moment of braveness.
I chuckle, "You can kiss me whenever you want, baby." I joke while also being completely serious as I lean down and capture Erica's lips.
Breaking the kiss I walk back through the door into my pocket loft closing the door behind me.
'Now how are things going with Scott?'
"Oh shit, Scott is completely out of it running around Beacon Hills wolfed out and Melissa is just pulling into the driveway...was Stiles here to run interference in the tv series?" I wonder and have my clone open me a doorway into the McCall residence and I make Melissa a heaping bowl of mac and cheese as I'm certain she hasn't eaten yet today, except for a small meal before going into work.
Swapping places with my clone I exit my pocket loft into the kitchen, just as Melissa opens the back door and steps inside.
"Hey!" I greet the beautiful exhausted milf, who jumps and gasps.
"Stiles you scared me, why are you up so late? it's a school night!"
"I made you dinner." I say while offering her the steaming bowl of cheesy carbs.
"You... honestly sometimes I wish you were my son." Melissa murmurs as she takes the bowl from me with a grateful warm smile on her tired face.
'Me too... I'd have more access to that sexy body of your's.' a perverted voice says in my mind, 'Bad, bad Shaneiles.'
Melissa sits down at the table rolls her shoulders and rubs her neck in discomfort, and realizing I forgot a spoon I grab one out of the silverware drawer, walking behind her I hand her the spoon.
"Thank you, Stiles." Melissa thanks me and I rest my hands on her shoulders and begin massaging them, "Ohh." A moan slips out of Melissa through a mouthful of mac and cheese.
"You don't have to-" Melissa starts to reject my neck and shoulders massage.
"Shh, just relax and eat your dinner." I shush her my voice firm and commanding... Melissa doesn't try to argue further but the effects of my massaging hands are apparently obvious as it seems like a thousand pound weight slips off of the milf's shoulders.
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