Cravings

"Hey where's Sara?" Peter asked from opposite the dining table. 

"She's cooking," I replied. 

"Why's she cooking? I thought you were treating us?" 

"She was wanted to be a part of it, I guess," I said, sticking my head out of the doorway to see Peter, Sara's boyfriend, sipping a glass of beer. "Just enjoy your beer with Josh, she'll be done cooking soon."

Josh and Peter shrugged continued drinking. 

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"You said Sara was cooking, where's she?" asked Peter.

Not knowing how to answer his question, I simply said nothing.

Hearing that, Josh piped up,"Is that going to happen?"

"What do you mean?" inquired Peter chewing on a mouthful of meat.

"It's just that Sara and I've been to Aaron's family dinners a few times and his whole family always predicts that there'll be a missing person on the news the next day. And it always happened!"

"Go on," prompted Peter.

"Well Aaron's uncle was a policeman, and so he probably knew it before and was just messing with me and Sara."

"So...Sara's going to go missing?" laughed Peter. "I like you Aaron, you make pretty good jokes."

"Yeah, stop messing with us already, Sara. You can come out now!" yelled Josh for Sara to hear. He waited for a little while and spoke, friendly sarcasm dripping from his tone. "Well, she's definitely 'missing'. Maybe she's just right under our noses!"

At his statement, I laughed a little. He wasn't entirely wrong.

Peter saw me laugh and winked. "Nice one, Aaron. Though I'm pretty pissed that I'm not going to be able to eat with my girlfriend," he said, loud enough, hoping to lure Sara out. With no avail, he decided to avert my attention to another topic.

"Hey what meat is this?" he asked, prodding at the meat placed in front of him.

"Human," I replied.

"Again! You're using that joke again? It's getting old man," laughed Josh. Turning to Peter he explained, "You know, every time we ask that question, that'll be his answer. So we'd make sure every-" He was cut off as he saw Peter's expression, the pure horror on his face as he spat out the meat.

Josh was in stitches as he exclaimed, "You don't actually believe him do you?"

Peter looked at me with trepidation in his eyes as he sprinted out of my front door. By this time Josh was looking at me laughing so hard he could hardly breathe. "He actually believed you!" guffawed Josh.

All I could do was return him a laugh of my own.

Sometimes having someone finally understand you feels nice. But not this way. I guess Peter understood what meant by "She's cooking."

Clever guy, that Peter. You know what Sara? You'd gotten yourself a good boyfriend.