#mygraves

in shelby's defense, she never asked for this. a cooking lesson was far out of her realm of expertise. multiple hands would be required to share the amount of times she'd nearly burned down her childhood house in montana, and the amount inside her small studio apartment. throughout the moment sydney had disappeared, the pot housing pasta noodles had begun overflowing, water quickly cascading into the stove's burner— leading to a mass panic from the brunette as she quickly moved it to the other burner, spilling an alarming amount of water in the process. a plume of smoke circulates in the air above them, threatening the smoke alarm hovering over their heads. quickly retrieving a rag hanging from the fridge's handle, shelby begins fanning the smoke away from the smoke detector. “i told you that i can't cook! i don't know what you were expecting!”