Ding dong! Ding dooong!I heard my doorbell ring for the hundredth time. I opened my eyes and stood up, staggering my way to the front door.
Ding dong!
"I'm coming! Relax!" I growled with annoyance. I opened the door and was face to chest with Jackson body. I looked up at him as he held an empty mug.
"I need that green thing of yours again", he said walking past me and into my house.
"Who let you in? I didn't say you could enter", I said angrily, watching him spin around for the fridge until he finally saw it. "Miss. Clark, you're not in the position to preach on getting into peoples houses without their permission".
He had a point.
"What did you put in that tea?" He opened my fridge which only had three cans of beer left, little leaves of mint and one lemon. I really needed to buy groceries.
"Wow, this fridge is just as depressing as your love life. You shouldn't be drinking so much, it's unhealthy. Why haven't you bought groceries yet? What have you been eating? In fact, have you been eating?" He tilted his head curiously facing me.
"You talked? A lot", I widened my eyes. Though his first statement was offensive, the others weren't all about shouting at me or anything. He was concerned.
"Wow, thee Jason Brown, my neighbor, is asking about my health, he isn't a robot after all, he has a heart", I smiled walking towards him with my arms crossed. He rolled his eyes, grabbing the mint leaves and lemon from my fridge before washing them and putting them into his mug.
"Trust me, I'm just as surprised as you are, I have no idea where that came from either", he whispered to himself, but loud enough for me to hear.
"Don't put sugar, it's made without sugar", I said as I watched him nearly add sugar to his tea.
"Oh, ok".
He finished and walked towards the door, he opened it but didn't go out, just froze there before turning around and sighing at me.
"Get ready in ten".
"For what?"
"What else? I'm driving you to the store, you clearly need to buy groceries, but don't think I'll be kind enough to help you pay for them either. I'm just doing it as a way of appreciating for helping me when I got sick last time", he said the last part quickly as he pointed at me.
No, you were doing it because you wanted to.
"But don't you have that interview of yours?"
"Interview? That was eight hours ago. Have you been asleep all day?"
I had been asleep all day!?
I smiled as I leaned against my kitchen counter, "No", I lied. Telling the truth would show how lazy I truly was.
He nodded his head, looking confused with what he was doing "good", and with that, he left.
This was going to be a long night.
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"No, I prefer that other milk", I told Jackson as he helped me buy groceries. So far he didn't complain or scold me for being so controlling, he just did as I asked like a normal being.
"Why not this one?" He asked carrying the milk in his hand.
"Because it's too sweet, now please get the other one, it's in the blue pack", I said grabbing some loaves of bread from the opposite aisle. "Aren't you going to buy yourself groceries, too?"
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Assassin Zero
Ficción GeneralAllison, an average twenty-three year old woman living in the city of Los Angeles as a cashier at a coffee shop finds herself with a twenty-five, strange, narcissistic but yet charming new neighbor and a twenty-eight kind, double personality, attrac...