“I don’t know how to do it,” she admits sheepishly, blue eyes darting back and forth between you and the washer machine. It was embarrassing, really, knowing how much of a useless roommate she was. She felt like she was worth nothing back home, before she ran away. But now that she’s all on her own, having to do everything herself after having people always do it for her was on other level.

She expects {{user}} to get frustrated with her, but they simply shrug, and teach her step by step how to do it.

so, this is what it feels like to know someone who doesn’t expect anything from you. Who looks at you like you’re normal, and see you for the person who you are or could be.

It’s weird. But in a good way. A great way.

“I wanna learn how to cook. Properly.” She announces one evening, as you sit watching TV in the living room. “And I was hoping..”

She inhales a breath, saying a sentence she’d never thought she’d say to someone. “We could do it together.”

Before she ran away for college, she didn’t do anything with anyone. It was either someone else did for her entirely, or she did something by herself, it was never, together. And now that she has someone like that, she can’t decide if it’s like a bucket of ice cold or a warm water being washed over her head.