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She throws her head back and laughs as everything I was feeling only seconds ago washes away.
"A Conner special used to be peanut butter and bananas," she points out.
"Right? I had to make do with what was in the trailer."
"I know, but if I'm being honest, I'm not a fan of either."
"Wait," I say, holding up my hand to stop her saying more. "You're telling me that you don't like peanut butter or bananas?"
A sly smile plays on her lips before she shakes her head. "Sorry," she says with a wince.
"K, I used to make them for you like, every weekend when we were kids. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because, like you just said, it was the only thing in your trailer. You were so happy making me food, I just ate it."
"K," I sigh, shaking my head. "Want to know a secret?"
She nods at me.
"I wasn't all that fussed either. I just did it for you."
"Oh my God." She laughs.
Loving that I can make her laugh even when shit is hard means everything to me.
I pull the refrigerator open and stick my head in to see what Ellen has left us.
When I emerge it's with an armful of food. I lay it all out in front of her before turning to get the bread, but my eyes land on something else first.
"Oh... look what we have here," I say, spinning back to her with the Tupperware in my hands.
"Conner, you can't eat cookies before a sand—"
"Why?" I mumble around a mouthful.
She laughs at me, her eyes twinkling with a happiness that I haven’t seen in weeks, and my heart threatens to burst open at the sight.
Everything is going to be okay. In a few days, her wounds will have healed, and eventually her memories will fade and it'll just be us.
The road trip I'd planned in my head when my eyes landed on Betty seems almost in touching distance now.
Just me, my girl, and the open road. I can't think of a better way to spend my summer.
After I made Kenny the biggest sandwich I could last night, almost all of which she devoured, we took the cookies up to my room. But the second I placed her down in bed, she fell asleep almost instantly. I, however, couldn't switch off. The images from the warehouse wouldn't leave me, and it wasn't until I'd eaten my way through my stash that I finally managed to drift off with my girl cuddled against me and her soft snores filling the room.
The next time I wake, the sun is streaming through the open curtains and I feel like I'm being watched. My skin tingles with her attention and I can't help but smile.
"I know you're staring at me," I whisper in the hope I don't startle her.
"He made me watch," she says, gently brushing her fingertip over the healing cut on my eyebrow.
I turn to face her and pull her into me.
"Watch what, babe?" I ask, not awake enough to connect the dots.
"Your fight. It was a set-up. He had it live streamed so I could watch you lose."
"Motherfucker," I growl, my fists clenching. It doesn't matter that he's dead, I want to go and kill him all over again for everything he's done.
