Author's Note: Hey, sorry I haven't updated in a little while. I'm finished with the next chapter as your reading this because this is the next chapter. Anyway, sorry and on with the chapter and off with the gigantic breaks!

P.S: Fall break is coming real soon (Real soon as in right now) so expect some make up time there! :D

Now that he was human, and now that she officially, from what I could tell, wish he was dead, I kinda regret more things. Like I regret my regret from when I first in the massive field. She reminded me the feeling I should've felt. A late feeling that's only coming to me now that she's here.

So if it takes my mother for me to realize that he tried to kill me. The same one who I saved from an endless wheat field, the same one who saved me and helped me and guided me. And yet, the same one who I'm trying to fall in love with.

But I'm not going to hate him now. I will be more aware, and I should try to stay calm. I don't want him to hate me, and our relationship is the same. The last thing I want is an Ex-Employee of Aperture slamming the door and thinking he can live somewhere else without telling them everything. It was hard enough to find a landlord when he tells them, let alone one that isn't always snooping.

I looked up at him. He had his glasses off for some reason and he was talking to Rick. They seemed to be getting along okay now. Not arguing like they used to. Now that he's human, he's like a toddler Wheatley. I'm mostly gonna have to teach him a lot of things. Eating, probably. He probably hadn't eaten in the longest time. He's skinny as he is, but I don't want him to choke on something.

I thought of a few things - Some more healthy things - for him to eat. Fruits came to mind first, they were always my go-to when I looked for something healthy. I'm not worried about him becoming fat, but I'm worried about him asking me for pizza every 4 minutes. I tried to think of a few basic fruits. The first thing that came to mind was 'apple'. Believe it or not, this had happened much more times than I'd like it to and it's actually starting to bug me. This reminded me how he thought, and still does think that I have brain damage.

I didn't bother looking for one, he would've choked so easily. It's hard to believe people can be that fragile. I sighed and looked around in some cupboards and cabinets for something else. Maybe just a drink will work, but he still looks pretty hungry. Soup, maybe. It's a liquid but it usually can fill you up. Tomato should do alright, I just hope he doesn't find it too hot.

Tomato soup it is, I decided. If he finds it hot, I can wait for it to cool down. I walked over to the counter where the sink is and opened a drawer. My can opener should work. I started opening the can up, not even thinking about how to make it properly. I'd honestly just gone out to the store as soon as I had money and bought food and furniture. I didn't know any recipes at all, I usually just made a sandwich.

So I just sat there with an open can of cold tomato soup in front of me, thinking of what I should do with it. I decided to just dump it out, I had more food than I had thought that I needed anyway. I need something simple. A sandwich would probably work. It's hard to choke on bread or any lunch meats, but that could just be me. A sandwich should be good enough.

I re-opened one of the cupboards and yanked out my last loaf of bread when Wheatley noticed me.

"Oh, hey. I didn't even notice you got up. Uh, how's... Whatever you're doing over there going for you? No, that sounded mean, you shouldn't have said that."

I just shrugged and laughed a bit at his muttering. So I know that he definitely cares for me. I couldn't really say it was going well. I wasted a can of tomato soup. Thankfully, he kept to himself and wasn't curious enough to barge into (or even try and help) this. At least he had his glasses back on. He probably had no idea what they were for, and taking them of he realized that they helped his vision.

Lunch meat or peanut butter and jelly? I asked myself. My original idea was a simple bologna sandwich, but peanut butter and jelly, he probably wouldn't choke on. So I care for him much more than I would've realized before. This is taking way too much thought, but one little mistake could mean a slow death of suffocation for such a fragile being.

I, once again, opened the same cupboard and grabbed the peanut butter. I made sure it wasn't one of those special kinds with tiny nuts {Please don't make a quote comment on that, please don't} inside-something I had learned to do after having my first sandwich-and, after seeing it was safe, walked over to the fridge quickly. Opening it up, Wheatley turned his head again at the small noise it made. He actually had pretty good hearing.

He turned back around, realizing that it was nothing and continued talking to Rick. I grabbed the jelly and closed the door. I grabbed a butter-knife, knowing that I have loads of them. I smeared what looked like a good amount of jelly on one slice of bread and began opening the peanut butter. It says 'Creamy' on the front, and from what I know, most of those things are scams for your money. It wouldn't lie about that, though. That's just silly.

I carefully smeared the peanut butter on, but not too much. (I'd tried putting a lot on before and I wound up brushing my teeth far more than required.) I put the butter-knife in the sink and the peanut butter back in it's cupboard. I slowly grabbed the jelly from the counter and twisted the lid off.

One thing I'd learned to do was to stir up the jelly a bit before you take it out, so it doesn't smear in huge chunks. So, after doing just that, I smeared the jelly along and put the lid back on. I opened up the fridge and put it back in.

I slid a paper plate-knowing how much cheaper they are-from it's plastic wrapping and place it on the table. I grabbed the two slices of bread, one in each hand, and mushed them together. Finally, I put the sandwich on the plate for Wheatley to eat. I walked in his direction with the plate in my hand.

"Oh, hey, that's what you were doing. Uh, enjoy the sandwich," He said.

I held up the plate closer to him, a bit shocked that he even knew what a sandwich was.

"Oh, oh my bad. Right, so it's for me then?"

I nodded to him and he slowly took the plate from my hands.

"Thanks, I uh, so I just...okay, I'm not gonna lie, I have no idea how to eat."

"Just put it in your mouth and chew. When you know you've chewed enough, swallow," Caroline said.

He slowly brought the sandwich to his mouth, but I stopped him and pointed to the table.

"You want the sandwich back over at the table? Oh, right, the table. Of course. My bad."

He walked over to the table and sat down in one of the wooden chairs. I walked back over to the couch where Caroline sat and looked at the birds. I kept one eye on Wheatley and looked at them as well. One of them was still eating while the rest just kinda pokes around.

"I'm not going to lie, Chell, this is probably the most comfortable I've ever been with keeping something in a cage," she said, without taking her eyes off of the birds. It was something about them that just made her more calm. It wasn't even an hour ago that she was arguing with Wheatley

I looked over at Wheatley. He had a small portion of his sandwich eaten. He didn't seem to be struggling too much with it. I'm so glad that he used to be a human, otherwise he might be choking right now.

"Wait, this is, uh, butter! This is peanut butter! I remember this stuff! Ha! I-I remember it!" Wheatley said, smiling and holding up the sandwich a bit.

"Oh, you're already getting old human memories? Wow, this usually happens a bit later. One time I tried experimenting the Human/Core device on a subject, the poor man actually had no memories of anything at all. He Pretty much couldn't do anything and I, having millions of other subjects, didn't bother teaching him. A bit of background information for you," Caroline said.

So he liked the sandwich and he didn't choke on it. I let a quiet breath out. I feel a little too worried for him, but anything could happen. If he ever tries to go somewhere on his own, it's probably gonna be the last thing he decides to do. A sandwich was a good start.

"Do you want me to get him some water?" Asked Doug.

"Oh, you're talking again. I'm not even gonna ask why you've been so quiet but I might actually want some. I just want to see what it's like," said Wheatley.

Water was another good start, and Doug was insisting to get him a glass. Water is as basic as it gets. Doug walked over to the kitchen sink and made him a cup.

"Don't spill it. Two hands on the cup," he said, handing it to Wheatley.

He seemed to know how to drink just fine. In fact, he had most of it gone in 15 seconds (which is a lot to his standards.)

Author's Note Again: 1. Don't hate me for making a whole chapter about nothing but a sandwich...

2. I cut this chapter a bit short, sorry...