Maybe Its Not A Bad Idea?

Do not turn the page.

The bookmark reads. My Dad's hand-writting. I place it on the epitome of Humbert's paradise with hell-flame coloured sky and close the book.

The wooden stairs creak and squeak as I descend downstairs.

"Dinner's -" Pete coughs, "- Ready -" again cough, "- Mate!" he finishes.

Then coughs once more.

Smoke is everywhere in the kitchen. Nothing surprising. Pete says smoke likes to 'learn' how to cook from him.

Yea… I mean why not?!

"Whaddya cook?" I ask while drawing a chair and sitting on it.

"Uhhh… chicken with potato with onion with…" he says.

"Aww, it must be delicious!" note my sarcasm here.

Pete rolls his eyes.

"What do ya wanna do tomorrow?" I ask.

He shrugs. Then he serves dinner.

"Remind me next time to order something or to take out," I say.

"I'll go visit Dragon Streets tomorrow," he says.

"Dude, it's a bad idea."

"Dude, that's why I wanna go," he says, mocking me.

Something feels out of the order. Like I can't pin-point it… but it's there. I'm not sure if it's good or bad. It's too vague. Too vague to understand.

"Seriously, why do u want to go there?" I ask.

"Huh?"

"You seem too eager."

Pete takes time to reply.

"Look, mate, you don't have to come along. So what's the problem?" he says.

"You seriously expect me to sit here and suck lollipop while you will be meeting this Lovewood guy there?" I counter back, "There is no way in hell this is happening."

"So you wanna go?"

I stare at him.

Maybe it's not a bad idea to go there?