"So" Remington said as he swing his arm around my shoulder. "I never did take up that food offer." He said as he walked me to my locker at the end of the day. Its been a week since the first day of school, and he never cashed in the free food offer. Well not until today that is.

"As long as you drop me off at home" I said as I put some books in my locker before closing it.

"No, I am totally going to make you walk to your house while I drive there." He said sarcastically as he walked with me to the exit of the school. Link had football practice because surprise surprise, he was a jock. Kade went with him because he said he wanted to see the cheerleaders. Eyeroll. 

We made it to my house pretty quickly and I led Remington up to my apartment which was on the 13th floor. 

"Damn you live pretty high up." He said as he looked out a window in the main hallway outside the elevator. 

"What, you afraid of heights?" I asked him in a teasing tone.

"Nah just haven't seen the city from this angle before." He shrugged and followed me to the end of the hallway. I opened my apartment and let Remington in. My apartment wasn't anything special. Just two rooms, a living room a kitchen and a bathroom. It wasn't big but it wasn't incredibly small. It was comfortable. 

"This is cozy." Remington said as he flopped down on the couch. 

"Hey, shoes off. What are you, a neanderthal?" I scolded the giant on my couch. I just washed the floors and I didn't feel like doing it again so soon. Remington obliged and took his shoes off, setting them by the door. 

"So. Two questions. One where are your parents? and Two, where is the kitchen" He said after he took a long look around the living room. 

"Damn no, not even a hey nice place you got there thanks for inviting me." I said with a small eyeroll. "And to answer your question the kitchen is that way." I said as I walked into my kitchen and leaned on the counted, Remington following suit. "And two I don't live with them. They don't support me, or anything I do so I got emancipated and left." 

"Oh shit I'm sorry I didn't know" He said, looking a little guilty.

"Eh don't be sorry it is actually great, I love living by myself. I have no curfew, I can do whatever I want, I don't have to fight for the bathroom." I gave Remington a reassuring smile and pointed at him to sit at the counter. 

"It doesn't get lonely?" He asked as I started taking ingredients out of the oven for a steak with mashed potatoes. 

"Not really, no. A few times I did consider getting a cat but then decided against it because my whole family is allergic so I thought I might be too, and I would rather not have to suffer or have to give the cat up because of it. But yeah, I like the solitude, its peaceful" I said as I started peeling potatoes with a knife.

"You peel them so evenly with a knife, I can't even use a potato peeler." Remington said, sounding genuinely amazed.

"Its in my DNA. My family comes from a long purebred line of slavic people and it is in our DNA to be able to peel potatoes like our life depends on it, which it does." I said, making Remington chuckle.

"I remember you saying you were a polyglot first day of school in English." He said.

"Aww you were paying attention." I teased

"Anyways, what languages do you speak? Cuz now that you mentioned slavic family, I'm curious." He said, leaning his elbows on the counter and resting his head on his hand.

"Well I actually learned Russian first cuz that is what my family speaks the most, then I picked up Ukranian and Polish. Then since I already knew 3 languages, four if you count English I decided what the hell and went ahead and learned German. And then in school they forced us to take Spanish." I listed off. 

"Wow. That is actually really impressive. I know you probably hate this question but can you say something in each of the languages?" He asked, and he was right I did hate this question because I usually had no idea what to say.

"If you tell me what to say I will say it." I shrugged and looked at him, pulling out a cutting board for the potatoes to cut them so they cook easier and faster. 

"Say, 'Remington is the most awesome person I know'" He gave me a cheeky smile and leaned in closer, putting his chin on both of his hands like a toddler about to listen to a story. 

"Ремингтон самый классный и надоедливый человек которого я знаю, that was Russian" I said, i decided to add "and annoying" to the sentence because I was a pain in the ass and I didn't like people asking me to translate for them. "Ремінгтон самий класний і докучливий людина якого я знаю, Ukranian. Remington to najfajniejszy i irytujący człowiek, jakiego znam, Polish. Remington ist die coolste und nervigste Person, die ich kenne, German and Spanish I hope you know cuz I don't want to say that again" 

"Okay that was extremely impressive." He said and gave me a small applause. 

"Thank you thank you. And for my next trick i will put these potatoes on the stove and boil them until they are ready." I said as i turned on the burner. I then prepared the meat, not holding back on the seasoning because I didn't want a tasteless slab of meat. "Also if you say you want your steak anything other than medium rare I'm throwing you out of my apartment." I said and gave Remington a sharp look. 

"Medium rare is the only way to go are you kidding. Anything else is either too raw or is way too dry to chew." 

"A man of great taste I see. You may stay." I said and started chipping up some vegetables to go with the potatoes and steak. Like I usually do, I threw the knife up and then caught it in the air, just a small little ritual I do for myself.

"Shit, be careful you could cut yourself." Remington said, getting up from his seat slightly, eyes wide. 

A big grin crept across my face. "Oh what you mean this?" I said as I flipped my knife again. "Oh, I like to flip my knife, Flip it in the air, Where will it land, well I really don't care, Cuz there's blood on the knife, There's blood on the blade, I bet you probably think that i'm afraid" I sang teasingly as I continuously threw the knife up in the air, changing it from hand to hand. I stopped when Remington looked like he was about to blow an aneurysm. "I've been doing this for years Remington, don't worry." I gave him a reassuring smile as I continued to cut up some vegetables before throwing them in a frying pan.