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Next to You [ Juumbled & Bene ]
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- Mar 18, 2019
How long had it been?
Piercing blue eyes stared at a looking glass covered in dust before a sure hand wiped it away, streaking across the mirror enough to reveal her own gaze back at her. The dust particles danced in the air with new purpose, illuminated by a soft beam of autumn sunlight that sliced into the room from a hole in the old floral curtains that hung lifelessly in front of the windows. Her mother had picked those out. Nearly everything in that old home screamed with her mother’s tastes. It was the very reason they’d never come back— her father and her— to the cozy house on Rosewood Lane. Rosewood; Her mother had loved that place so much she’d even named her daughter accordingly: Rosalie Olivia Scott. Even her initials had been just a letter away from “rose.” Rosalie didn’t mind it so much. Most people didn’t tend to notice or even bother to piece it altogether. She wasn’t even sure her father was aware of it, either. Her mother had always been clever and quick thinking like that. Rosalie only picked up on it during her school days when the kids played games with initials of names and picking out their future husbands.
That striking stare abandoned the mirror to lock onto the far window of the living room that looked out to the neighboring house. Even though more curtains blocked the view, her expression was thoughtful as she thought back on younger, easier days; summertime when she was just a young girl exploring what it meant to be a teen with a crush on the boy next door. She half-laughed at the memory. She hadn’t ever really forgotten him, but she was sure he wouldn’t remember her. She wasn’t really remarkable, after all— definitely not back then.
Still— a girl didn’t tend to forget the first boy she ever kissed.
She shifted back into view of that mirror, her slender figure obscured from where it remained touched only by the dusting of time and the swipe of her palm. Rosalie didn’t have to see her reflection clearly to know she’d grown up since then. Maybe not so much in height, though; she was still fairly average for a female. Maybe she’d grown an inch since then. But her dark brown curls were longer, her freckles a little lighter, and her chest had filled in to a fairly average size as well— at least for her body. She wasn’t entirely satisfied with a B-cup, especially when her friends back home were all flaunting their stuff. Still, they couldn’t get away with not always wearing a bra like she could. Rosalie bit her lip. Braces! Those were gone, too. Transformations from the awkward teen stage to the early twenties really felt like being pulled straight from the “Ugly Duckling” story, not to say she related to the beauty of a swan. She really had changed a lot since she’d last stepped foot inside their summer home.
It was the first time Rosalie had even experienced a different season in Massachusetts. The Florida humidity in their main home, in the hottest months— though all of those months tended to feel hot— often set her mother into a full-on depression. Summer meant school was out. It was the easiest to stay for an extended vacation, especially since her mother was a teacher and her father worked from home. But, for Rosalie to be standing there in the crisp air of Autumn, with the Fall leaves changing colors along every street like she’d always seen on television— she felt like she was dreaming! She’d never experienced a seasonal change like that before, though she wanted to so desperately. It had taken a lot of convincing to get her father to hand over the keys to the house on Rosewood, but when education became part of the argument, she’d finally won. Rosalie had been dying to go to school in Massachusetts ever since she’d attended her high school. She wasn’t entirely sure a certain boy hadn’t been a factor in her decision making back then, but the thought had really grown into her own idea by the end of senior year.
She still had three weeks before classes started up, fortunately. The house wasn’t in the greatest condition anymore— not like she’d remembered it. She would have to do some cleaning; at least some light housework to start. The multi-story home would absolutely take her more time than she cared to imagine, so she focused her sights on just one room at a time, and the first would be the main living space. With hands that had done it hundreds of times before, she twisted her curls up into a mess of a bun on top of her head, securing it with one of the several hair-ties she wore around her wrist. She was already in her clothes she tended to wear when she tidied— frayed denim shorts and an old band shirt that was so faded it was more gray than black. The shirt was tied in a knot above her midriff, her Florida tan already fading from her last real day at the beach weeks prior. Her friends had convinced her to go.
With a good yanking motion from the center of the curtains that blocked the view out into the street, Rosalie pulled them to either side, smiling at the view. She wasn’t sure how she’d do in the cold to come, but hopefully she could handle it. She had to! But, for the time, she needed to work. After fixing what light fixtures she could, the house was illuminated into the later hours of the afternoon as the sun began to settle down and fill the sky with deep, fiery colors, fading into the deep purples that hinted at the night sky soon to come. The chill in the air was already sinking into the walls of the house and a baggy, blue knitted, open sweater joined her attire. The house didn’t have central air and heat like back in Florida. She’d have to call her dad to ask what to do— she really didn’t want to do that. But, as she set off to the kitchen, sifting through the random snacks and empty wrapper on the counter for her abandoned phone, there was a knocking at the door. Rosalie froze, glancing to the front door as her heart pounded with anxiety. All too quickly had she realized she was a single female alone in a big house that had looked abandoned for years. She grabbed her cellphone, holding it at the ready in case she needed to call the police. As she slowly moved to the front door, another light tapping hit against the hardwood.
“Who’s there?” she asked, hoping her voice had carried enough to be heard on the other side. But, as she heard the response, her stomach felt as though it flipped completely around into a different state of nervousness. Slowly, Rosalie opened the door. "Please tell me you know how to make this house warmer." she said with a grin.
Piercing blue eyes stared at a looking glass covered in dust before a sure hand wiped it away, streaking across the mirror enough to reveal her own gaze back at her. The dust particles danced in the air with new purpose, illuminated by a soft beam of autumn sunlight that sliced into the room from a hole in the old floral curtains that hung lifelessly in front of the windows. Her mother had picked those out. Nearly everything in that old home screamed with her mother’s tastes. It was the very reason they’d never come back— her father and her— to the cozy house on Rosewood Lane. Rosewood; Her mother had loved that place so much she’d even named her daughter accordingly: Rosalie Olivia Scott. Even her initials had been just a letter away from “rose.” Rosalie didn’t mind it so much. Most people didn’t tend to notice or even bother to piece it altogether. She wasn’t even sure her father was aware of it, either. Her mother had always been clever and quick thinking like that. Rosalie only picked up on it during her school days when the kids played games with initials of names and picking out their future husbands.
That striking stare abandoned the mirror to lock onto the far window of the living room that looked out to the neighboring house. Even though more curtains blocked the view, her expression was thoughtful as she thought back on younger, easier days; summertime when she was just a young girl exploring what it meant to be a teen with a crush on the boy next door. She half-laughed at the memory. She hadn’t ever really forgotten him, but she was sure he wouldn’t remember her. She wasn’t really remarkable, after all— definitely not back then.
Still— a girl didn’t tend to forget the first boy she ever kissed.
She shifted back into view of that mirror, her slender figure obscured from where it remained touched only by the dusting of time and the swipe of her palm. Rosalie didn’t have to see her reflection clearly to know she’d grown up since then. Maybe not so much in height, though; she was still fairly average for a female. Maybe she’d grown an inch since then. But her dark brown curls were longer, her freckles a little lighter, and her chest had filled in to a fairly average size as well— at least for her body. She wasn’t entirely satisfied with a B-cup, especially when her friends back home were all flaunting their stuff. Still, they couldn’t get away with not always wearing a bra like she could. Rosalie bit her lip. Braces! Those were gone, too. Transformations from the awkward teen stage to the early twenties really felt like being pulled straight from the “Ugly Duckling” story, not to say she related to the beauty of a swan. She really had changed a lot since she’d last stepped foot inside their summer home.
It was the first time Rosalie had even experienced a different season in Massachusetts. The Florida humidity in their main home, in the hottest months— though all of those months tended to feel hot— often set her mother into a full-on depression. Summer meant school was out. It was the easiest to stay for an extended vacation, especially since her mother was a teacher and her father worked from home. But, for Rosalie to be standing there in the crisp air of Autumn, with the Fall leaves changing colors along every street like she’d always seen on television— she felt like she was dreaming! She’d never experienced a seasonal change like that before, though she wanted to so desperately. It had taken a lot of convincing to get her father to hand over the keys to the house on Rosewood, but when education became part of the argument, she’d finally won. Rosalie had been dying to go to school in Massachusetts ever since she’d attended her high school. She wasn’t entirely sure a certain boy hadn’t been a factor in her decision making back then, but the thought had really grown into her own idea by the end of senior year.
She still had three weeks before classes started up, fortunately. The house wasn’t in the greatest condition anymore— not like she’d remembered it. She would have to do some cleaning; at least some light housework to start. The multi-story home would absolutely take her more time than she cared to imagine, so she focused her sights on just one room at a time, and the first would be the main living space. With hands that had done it hundreds of times before, she twisted her curls up into a mess of a bun on top of her head, securing it with one of the several hair-ties she wore around her wrist. She was already in her clothes she tended to wear when she tidied— frayed denim shorts and an old band shirt that was so faded it was more gray than black. The shirt was tied in a knot above her midriff, her Florida tan already fading from her last real day at the beach weeks prior. Her friends had convinced her to go.
With a good yanking motion from the center of the curtains that blocked the view out into the street, Rosalie pulled them to either side, smiling at the view. She wasn’t sure how she’d do in the cold to come, but hopefully she could handle it. She had to! But, for the time, she needed to work. After fixing what light fixtures she could, the house was illuminated into the later hours of the afternoon as the sun began to settle down and fill the sky with deep, fiery colors, fading into the deep purples that hinted at the night sky soon to come. The chill in the air was already sinking into the walls of the house and a baggy, blue knitted, open sweater joined her attire. The house didn’t have central air and heat like back in Florida. She’d have to call her dad to ask what to do— she really didn’t want to do that. But, as she set off to the kitchen, sifting through the random snacks and empty wrapper on the counter for her abandoned phone, there was a knocking at the door. Rosalie froze, glancing to the front door as her heart pounded with anxiety. All too quickly had she realized she was a single female alone in a big house that had looked abandoned for years. She grabbed her cellphone, holding it at the ready in case she needed to call the police. As she slowly moved to the front door, another light tapping hit against the hardwood.
“Who’s there?” she asked, hoping her voice had carried enough to be heard on the other side. But, as she heard the response, her stomach felt as though it flipped completely around into a different state of nervousness. Slowly, Rosalie opened the door. "Please tell me you know how to make this house warmer." she said with a grin.
Bene
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- May 23, 2019
The smell of pot roast filled the room of the small New England home on a crisp autumn evening. The Dunn family was gathered around tan old wooden table, an heirloom that had been in the family for decades, for their weekly meal together. By this point in their lives, the kids of the family had all grown up and left the nest. It was a rare treat that the Dunn's could all meet here like this. Patricia Dunn, the mother, had just finished setting the table with food and took her seat next to the father, James.
"Eat up Chris, I know you're used to dorm food so this a real meal for once. Better than ramen or fast food." she said to the eldest son, seated just across the table from her.
"You know I would never turn your cooking ma." he replied to her, happily spooning some mashed potatoes onto his plate next to a piece of roast.
Christopher Dunn was in his early twenties now, and on his second year of college. It would start within a few weeks, then it would be back to the dorm. But for now he was sat happily with his family enjoying their meal. Chris was tall like his father, standing around six feet tall, with a slim but athletic build from running track. Like the rest of his family, he had dirty blonde hair that he chose to wear short and pushed to one side of his head. On his cheeks and most of his chin was dark colored stubble, something his father playfully made fun at the table. But it was the best he could manage just yet. Though he had his mother's deep blue eyes. Tonight he was wearing a red flannel button up, and dark colored jeans with sneakers. The nights were getting longer and colder now, so the flannel kept him warm.
Next to Chris was his younger sister, Sam, who was still in high school. Growing up they would play together with their old neighbor next door, spending the whole summer out till sunset exploring the neighborhood and the woods around it. When they grew to be older, Chris would spend more time with their neighbor instead. They were close, sharing their first kiss together even, but fell out of touch years ago. Often he would think of her when he looked out the window of his dining room, where he could see the next door house. Chris glanced that way now, and was met with a surprise: the lights were on.
"Ma, did someone rent out the house next door finally? It's been empty every since Rose stopped coming. Guess they finally sold it." he said to her. The idea made his heart sink as remembered the good times he had there with her.
"I think so, how about you bring them some leftovers? It's the neighborly thing to do after all." she said to him. Quickly, she stood up and scooped a piece of roast into a plastic container along with some potatoes, corn, and a biscuit. She put the lid on the container, and set it by Chris. "Finish up your food, and bring it over before it gets cold." she said to him.
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After dinner, Chris did just as his mother asked. With the plastic container in hand he walked over the neighbor's house, as he had done so often as a kid, and knocked on the old wooden door. A familiar sounding voice called back, and a few moments later the door opened.
He nearly dropped the container, and his jaw. Standing there, for the first time in a decade, was his childhood friend Rose. With the same grin she had as a kid too. It took him a few moments to respond, not sure what to say. So he would just present the container.
"My mom made a roast.. wanted to make a good impression on the new neighbors. But I guess you aren't a new neighbor, huh?" he asked. A smile formed on his lips as he gazed into her blue eyes.
"Eat up Chris, I know you're used to dorm food so this a real meal for once. Better than ramen or fast food." she said to the eldest son, seated just across the table from her.
"You know I would never turn your cooking ma." he replied to her, happily spooning some mashed potatoes onto his plate next to a piece of roast.
Christopher Dunn was in his early twenties now, and on his second year of college. It would start within a few weeks, then it would be back to the dorm. But for now he was sat happily with his family enjoying their meal. Chris was tall like his father, standing around six feet tall, with a slim but athletic build from running track. Like the rest of his family, he had dirty blonde hair that he chose to wear short and pushed to one side of his head. On his cheeks and most of his chin was dark colored stubble, something his father playfully made fun at the table. But it was the best he could manage just yet. Though he had his mother's deep blue eyes. Tonight he was wearing a red flannel button up, and dark colored jeans with sneakers. The nights were getting longer and colder now, so the flannel kept him warm.
Next to Chris was his younger sister, Sam, who was still in high school. Growing up they would play together with their old neighbor next door, spending the whole summer out till sunset exploring the neighborhood and the woods around it. When they grew to be older, Chris would spend more time with their neighbor instead. They were close, sharing their first kiss together even, but fell out of touch years ago. Often he would think of her when he looked out the window of his dining room, where he could see the next door house. Chris glanced that way now, and was met with a surprise: the lights were on.
"Ma, did someone rent out the house next door finally? It's been empty every since Rose stopped coming. Guess they finally sold it." he said to her. The idea made his heart sink as remembered the good times he had there with her.
"I think so, how about you bring them some leftovers? It's the neighborly thing to do after all." she said to him. Quickly, she stood up and scooped a piece of roast into a plastic container along with some potatoes, corn, and a biscuit. She put the lid on the container, and set it by Chris. "Finish up your food, and bring it over before it gets cold." she said to him.
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After dinner, Chris did just as his mother asked. With the plastic container in hand he walked over the neighbor's house, as he had done so often as a kid, and knocked on the old wooden door. A familiar sounding voice called back, and a few moments later the door opened.
He nearly dropped the container, and his jaw. Standing there, for the first time in a decade, was his childhood friend Rose. With the same grin she had as a kid too. It took him a few moments to respond, not sure what to say. So he would just present the container.
"My mom made a roast.. wanted to make a good impression on the new neighbors. But I guess you aren't a new neighbor, huh?" he asked. A smile formed on his lips as he gazed into her blue eyes.
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- Mar 18, 2019
Rosalie smiled warmly as her eyes locked with the deep blue eyes staring back at her. It wasn’t her reflection that time. It was him. She couldn’t believe it! She opened the door the way she had— joking, but seriously needing him to turn her heat on— just to mask any feelings that may have rushed up, threatening to spew forward in an awkward spilling of words out onto her front porch.
“Chris.” her voice carried just as gently as her expression did. “You’re so tall!” the words of surprise slipped right from her lips before she could even think to stop herself. She nearly reached out to touch the stubble on his face, too. She stopped herself, somehow. He was just so familiar; the same guy she knew, just older. Her expression shifted into that of alarm as she realized it had been years and he probably had a girlfriend. Rosalie laughed a short breath of air to herself, watching as it transformed into a tiny puff of barely-visible air in front of her face.
Regardless of her intentions to push old feelings down, her mind was flooded with memories of their summers together. She had hoped she might see him wandering around next door, but hadn’t expected to see him standing in her door frame with his mother’s amazing— as always— food. The smell from the container was slowly forcing its way into the brisk air, mixing with the natural scents of nature. The heat of food alone was enticing, but she was hungry, too. She shivered as a chill hit her. “Brrrr— Come inside, dummy. I’m freezing. Florida gets cold and all, but, normally I can manage to wander around in clothes like this.” she said, gesturing to her cut-off shorts and shirt that sat above her belly button. She did have an open sweater on, though, and generally that was enough. “And don’t make fun of me saying Florida gets cold!” she snapped back quickly before he had a moment to tease her. She’d met plenty of Northerners that made fun of them for wearing jackets in 60 degree weather. She shot him a toothy smile as she wandered into the house, expecting him to follow her. He knew her house well enough, he’d been there dozens of times.
The house itself was still in a good deal of disrepair. She’d managed to clear the living room out well enough, though even when she stood in the furniture she couldn’t reach the light fixtures up above. It was a little less dusty as well. She’d stopped sneezing a few hours before then. But there was still so much work ahead of her.
“It’s really great to see you! I know it’s been forever.” she said, her voice carrying into the room as she wandered about the kitchen in the distance, shuffling through silverware. She returned to him with a fork, grinning as she grabbed the container from him. She paused for a moment, then decided to just go for it and hug him. She wrapped her arms around his sides, one hand holding the food out and away from him as the other pressed into his back. “I’m starving, this is such good timing. I’ll sit and eat, and you can make it— not cold.” she said as she released him, moving over to a couch to plop herself down. She folded her legs up under her, staring at him curiously. She wondered if it was strange for him. He was a little odd, maybe. But it really did feel just like slipping back in time to when they were younger. “Do you still live over there?” she asked, her curiosity pushing her to drill him for information. She wanted to know everything she could. She’d missed out on so much.
“Chris.” her voice carried just as gently as her expression did. “You’re so tall!” the words of surprise slipped right from her lips before she could even think to stop herself. She nearly reached out to touch the stubble on his face, too. She stopped herself, somehow. He was just so familiar; the same guy she knew, just older. Her expression shifted into that of alarm as she realized it had been years and he probably had a girlfriend. Rosalie laughed a short breath of air to herself, watching as it transformed into a tiny puff of barely-visible air in front of her face.
Regardless of her intentions to push old feelings down, her mind was flooded with memories of their summers together. She had hoped she might see him wandering around next door, but hadn’t expected to see him standing in her door frame with his mother’s amazing— as always— food. The smell from the container was slowly forcing its way into the brisk air, mixing with the natural scents of nature. The heat of food alone was enticing, but she was hungry, too. She shivered as a chill hit her. “Brrrr— Come inside, dummy. I’m freezing. Florida gets cold and all, but, normally I can manage to wander around in clothes like this.” she said, gesturing to her cut-off shorts and shirt that sat above her belly button. She did have an open sweater on, though, and generally that was enough. “And don’t make fun of me saying Florida gets cold!” she snapped back quickly before he had a moment to tease her. She’d met plenty of Northerners that made fun of them for wearing jackets in 60 degree weather. She shot him a toothy smile as she wandered into the house, expecting him to follow her. He knew her house well enough, he’d been there dozens of times.
The house itself was still in a good deal of disrepair. She’d managed to clear the living room out well enough, though even when she stood in the furniture she couldn’t reach the light fixtures up above. It was a little less dusty as well. She’d stopped sneezing a few hours before then. But there was still so much work ahead of her.
“It’s really great to see you! I know it’s been forever.” she said, her voice carrying into the room as she wandered about the kitchen in the distance, shuffling through silverware. She returned to him with a fork, grinning as she grabbed the container from him. She paused for a moment, then decided to just go for it and hug him. She wrapped her arms around his sides, one hand holding the food out and away from him as the other pressed into his back. “I’m starving, this is such good timing. I’ll sit and eat, and you can make it— not cold.” she said as she released him, moving over to a couch to plop herself down. She folded her legs up under her, staring at him curiously. She wondered if it was strange for him. He was a little odd, maybe. But it really did feel just like slipping back in time to when they were younger. “Do you still live over there?” she asked, her curiosity pushing her to drill him for information. She wanted to know everything she could. She’d missed out on so much.
Bene
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- Joined
- May 23, 2019
"Even before you moved to Florida, you were always a baby when I came to the cold..." Chris teased as he stepped inside the house and shut the door behind him.
Being inside this house again was like stepping into the past. Everything from the tacky wallpaper to the old light fixtures looked exactly as it did all those years ago. Chris paused a moment to take it all in while Rose disappeared into the kitchen. This place could certainly use some love, but there was no doubt that she would take care of it. Fresh coat of paint, tearing down the wallpaper finally, and a good cleaning would have this place looking food as new.
When she finally returned, he was met with her sudden embrace and his heart nearly stopped. Chris returned the hug, taking care not to disrupt the food in her hand. After just a few moments she stepped away, and he took his place on the couch next to her.
"No actually, I live on campus actually. I'm just here for the holiday break. But my parents still live next door. I'm sure they'd love to see you. I doubt you'd ever have to cook anything ever again once mom knows you're here. " he said with a small chuckle. "How have you been though? You look... well great honestly. I still can't believe it's really you." he said, a wide smile on his face. Part of him hadn't meant to say the looking great part aloud, but they were close enough friends it wouldn't be weird.
Right?
Being inside this house again was like stepping into the past. Everything from the tacky wallpaper to the old light fixtures looked exactly as it did all those years ago. Chris paused a moment to take it all in while Rose disappeared into the kitchen. This place could certainly use some love, but there was no doubt that she would take care of it. Fresh coat of paint, tearing down the wallpaper finally, and a good cleaning would have this place looking food as new.
When she finally returned, he was met with her sudden embrace and his heart nearly stopped. Chris returned the hug, taking care not to disrupt the food in her hand. After just a few moments she stepped away, and he took his place on the couch next to her.
"No actually, I live on campus actually. I'm just here for the holiday break. But my parents still live next door. I'm sure they'd love to see you. I doubt you'd ever have to cook anything ever again once mom knows you're here. " he said with a small chuckle. "How have you been though? You look... well great honestly. I still can't believe it's really you." he said, a wide smile on his face. Part of him hadn't meant to say the looking great part aloud, but they were close enough friends it wouldn't be weird.
Right?
OP
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- Mar 18, 2019
Rosalie gasped and tilted her head to feign her surprise at such an “outlandish” remark. She then followed it with a soft laugh as she looked off to the side and down to the floor. “A baby? No way. We only ever really stayed up here in the summers anyway. It was like— maybe only chilly in the morning! But this is way colder than what I ever remember it being and this old house isn’t wired like the one in Florida.” she complained.
She sat and ate and Chris seated himself beside her. It wasn’t the sort of heat she was expecting him to offer up, but she wasn’t exactly sure she was supposed to just snuggle up against him either. What were the rules? She wondered as she took another bite of food, pausing with the fork still in her mouth. “Oh, campus. I’m here for school. That’s why I’m back!” she said suddenly, excitement filling her eyes. It had turned into a lifelong dream to attend Uni and it was actually happening. “And that’s very tempting, but I am trying to be a little more independent, you know? I’m doing okay so far, I guess. It’s a lot, though.” she admitted.
“Oh! Well, I— I’ve been doing really well. Just really feeling the sting of being far away from home and family. It’s good to see you, though. At least I have something that’s still sort of the same. I suppose we— uh— we aren’t exactly the same,” she began as she bit her lip a little nervously. So he thought she looked good? She was somehow relieved to hear him say so, though she supposed it was silly to just slide right back into those young feelings of infatuation with Chris. But then she saw that smile and hers came right out to meet it. She couldn’t help but grin when she saw him happy.
“Do you—” she nearly asked him if he had a girlfriend. But she froze. Trying to recover, she looked at her fork and waved it in her fingers a little. “Want a bite?” she asked. It sounded natural enough.
She sat and ate and Chris seated himself beside her. It wasn’t the sort of heat she was expecting him to offer up, but she wasn’t exactly sure she was supposed to just snuggle up against him either. What were the rules? She wondered as she took another bite of food, pausing with the fork still in her mouth. “Oh, campus. I’m here for school. That’s why I’m back!” she said suddenly, excitement filling her eyes. It had turned into a lifelong dream to attend Uni and it was actually happening. “And that’s very tempting, but I am trying to be a little more independent, you know? I’m doing okay so far, I guess. It’s a lot, though.” she admitted.
“Oh! Well, I— I’ve been doing really well. Just really feeling the sting of being far away from home and family. It’s good to see you, though. At least I have something that’s still sort of the same. I suppose we— uh— we aren’t exactly the same,” she began as she bit her lip a little nervously. So he thought she looked good? She was somehow relieved to hear him say so, though she supposed it was silly to just slide right back into those young feelings of infatuation with Chris. But then she saw that smile and hers came right out to meet it. She couldn’t help but grin when she saw him happy.
“Do you—” she nearly asked him if he had a girlfriend. But she froze. Trying to recover, she looked at her fork and waved it in her fingers a little. “Want a bite?” she asked. It sounded natural enough.
Bene
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- May 23, 2019
To her question, Chris just patted his stomach and gave a small chuckle. "You know my mom, there was no way she would let me leave the house without a completely fully belly. But thanks though." he said to her. Everything just felt natural. As if they hadn't missed a beat the years she was gone. He wondered if she had a boyfriend back in Florida. A girl as sweet and cute as her attracted all sorts of dudes; even when they were teens. Plus she was even more attractive now. But despite that they were still each other's first kiss. There had always been something between them, but neither mentioned it. Even their first kiss was a going away sort of scenario. That day before she left, he was sure that was goodbye. But now they were both seated on her couch just like the old days.
"I'm glad to hear you're doing well though. I hadn't heard anything in so long..." he paused, not wanting to go there. "But I'm glad you're back. Truly. If you need any help settling in let me know. I'm home a few more weeks till school starts back up. " he offered. From the looks of the things, she would certainly need the help. The house had seen some better days, but that was expected after it being empty for so long.
Chris let out a yawn and stretched a bit, and settled deeper into the cough. Inadvertently scooching closer to her. His heart began to beat quicker with the close proximity to her, and he quickly thought of a way to distract himself. "SO" he started, a bit too loudly. "Does my mom's cooking live up to the memory?" he asked.
"I'm glad to hear you're doing well though. I hadn't heard anything in so long..." he paused, not wanting to go there. "But I'm glad you're back. Truly. If you need any help settling in let me know. I'm home a few more weeks till school starts back up. " he offered. From the looks of the things, she would certainly need the help. The house had seen some better days, but that was expected after it being empty for so long.
Chris let out a yawn and stretched a bit, and settled deeper into the cough. Inadvertently scooching closer to her. His heart began to beat quicker with the close proximity to her, and he quickly thought of a way to distract himself. "SO" he started, a bit too loudly. "Does my mom's cooking live up to the memory?" he asked.