Who ? Vaughan and Rye When ? Friday night Where ? Kitchen What ? why are you asking so many questions?
There were always left overs in the refrigerator. It seemed that the lunch lady, whoever she was, couldn't not cook or just didn't know how much to prepare because the refrigerator was full. Today, however, was different from other days as far as Vaughan's appetite was concerned. He didn't want just anything, he had a craving. Peanut butter and jelly and bananas with the crusts cut off and a big glass of two percent milk.
He found the milk easy enough because he knew what 2 looked like and the jelly as well since all jars of it seemed to be the same not to mention he couldn't think of too many other things in an icebox that were purple and smelled like grapes. Peanut butter was also easily recognized and as he put all the ingredients on the counter along with the banana he couldn't help but smugly think that Colin Wright was an idiot. He didn't need to learn how to read, look at all the wonderful things he could do on his own?
He opened the bread on the counter and found a bread knife before he began constructing his dinner, one layer after the other. It was the piece of fruit that gave him problems. He pulled backwards on the banana's stem but instead of splitting open, the skin just bent. He tried again and again with a low growl in his throat, quickly becoming frustrated. What the fuck? It was a banana, why was it being so fucking difficult?!