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element_wizardThe spatula waved in the air as Alec sang the Beatles to the empty apartment. He was making a stir fry for dinner, under the assumption that Andrew would be back from work in time for dinner. If not he'd just save the rest for lunch the next day or snack later.
It didn't matter in the long run.
He just was cooking, having a good time, and singing about being a paperback writer while dancing horribly.
The day had been good. Quiet. He'd done well on his test in class. Andrew would be hopefully pleased. A little.
He'd even finally saved up enough money - when he got his allowance today - to get that laptop he wanted.
So.
He was happy.
It didn't matter in the long run.
He just was cooking, having a good time, and singing about being a paperback writer while dancing horribly.
The day had been good. Quiet. He'd done well on his test in class. Andrew would be hopefully pleased. A little.
He'd even finally saved up enough money - when he got his allowance today - to get that laptop he wanted.
So.
He was happy.
