・Abigale's POV・
"And it is done," My mom says, smiling, "everything looks great, thanks for helping us finish some things up Alex."
"Sure thing Mrs.Jennings," he smiles in return.
"Oh actually it's Ms.Jennings, but you can just call me Martha," She smiles, and my face dims.
"Well," I bud in, stopping the silence, "an hour and a half of continuous work is now done," I sigh laying on the couch, "and now I'm hungry."
"Then make yourself and your guest some food," My mom replies, making Alex chuckle. I sit up and give him a quick glare before talking.
"Okay but I'm not making him food, he isn't my guest, I didn't invite him... or want him here," I say, giving him a quick, sarcastic smile then head to the fridge, "problem two: all I can make are PB&J or Nutella sandwiches."
"Then why don
