Chapter Two

"[Groans]..[Groans]... Headache sucks.."

"You stopped talking to your readers..."

"I'm not like you. I don't have immunity against headache... Is it morning?"

"Yes. We fucked last night. I mean, we fucked again.. Don't worry, it's week-end. No school, so, rest. My boss needs me, I need to go."

"See you later then, Nash."

I'm not gay. Just needed to precise that point. But forget that.. It's not important anymore. I'm Electra Deuce and this is my life.

"[Stomach rumbling]...."

And I'm likely a bit hungry. And shit, my head hurts so much.. I wonder what happened yesterday... I should take it easy on the booze in the future..

"[Stomach rumbling]...."

But I still gotta eat something. Let's see what Nash got in her fridge..

"[Stomach rumbling louder]...."

I know, man! I'm trying to find something to fill you up. But there's just beer. I don't think that's good to take in the morning. I have some cash I worked to get last month. Maybe I could buy some food to make. Ohh, I have an idea... Lasagna!!!

"[Stomach rumbling happily]...."

I knew you would be happy hearing that word. I hope Nash will like it too. She rarely eats 'Good Food'. She's too busy saving people.

Okay!! I brought cheese, noodle and the most important meat. Now, let's heat the oven and make a triple stage sauce-noodle-cheese, in other of words, lasagna.

"[Stomach rumbling repeatedly]...."

What?! If it too hard watching, then, don't watch. Look elsewhere. I'm trying to cook and you are not making the task any easier. I'm starting to feel nervous too.. I know it's not the first time I'm cooking for her, but everytime I do, it's weird for some reason.

"[Stomach rumbling questionably]...."

Just stop. I'm lost in my everyday life. Being with her who isn't normal makes me normal. So, I try to bring as much as she does in my life. Good! Lasagna almost done..

And I've got two more hours till she's here.. Let's clean things up a bit... I don't remeber if last night, I created that mess. But I still wanna clean up.. Hmmm... I can't sweat in her clothes and mine are dirty. I have time, so, I'll clean naked... Things need to get done...

"[Stomach rumbling tiredly]...."

Sorry, buddy.. You have to wait one more hour till dinner. Resist, man. You can make it...

"Who can make it, Naked eel??"

"Nash??!! Don't mind me being naked, I can explain.. Just go in the kitchen. I prepared something for you...

"Lasagna. I know.. That I know... But the reason why you are naked, I don't. Thanks for cleaning though.. And making dinner... I brought champagne for a change.."

"I feel like a housemaid.... Can you stop eyeing me now?? I'm getting cold."

"Sure, my little eel. I'll go prepare the table. Find something to wear.."

O-God! I'm ashamed.. My best friend came from his work tired and saw me naked cleaning her house. I wanna die.....

"Blue suits you, little eel. How was today??"

"Nothing interesting, Nash. Just cooking and some cleaning... And for you, how was your day??"

"Little eel, I killed thirty-three students in a school bus. I got scolded by my boss. I took a beating by thugs. And I missed home.."

"...I see. You are home, now. So, ease your mine.. Eat a big part of lasagna and let your best friend console you with her hugs...."