Chasing Jupiter ✔️

Five

"Okay so you said you have a list of questions for us to go through?" I jump off the bed grabbing my laptop. While I was grabbing it he was setting up the video camera. We decided that along with getting to know one another for the project we would film the whole process of how we made the video. Almost like a behind the scenes type of thing. We both plopped back on the bed at the same time, nearly crashing into the other.

"Yes! I was thinking about what my dad said and I figured we could start with easy questions to get to know each other. I'll save them to the document I made and we can figure out how we want to use them later on." He scotches closer to the laptop looking at the screen. "Shall we start from the top?" I smile and nod.

Tapping a few buttons on the computer I put the two documents side by side. Both documents have the same questions, one being mine and one being his. I had debated on just filling out my half of the questions but ultimately decided against it. I glanced at the camera to see the little red light blinking, telling me it was recording.

"What's your favorite place you've ever traveled?" I ask him the first question on the list. "Probably Florida, my only regret was not seeing the ocean." As he spoke I intently typed each word he said. "Do you want me to just fill out my side and give it to you or do you want me to tell you my answers?"

"It's only fair that I ask you as well. So princess, what about you? Favorite place you've traveled?" I scowl slightly at the stupid nickname, but bite my tongue. If I started an argument every time he called me that we would never finish. After he asked me the question only one place came to my mind. But that place also cause me so much pain. "Minnesota." I breathe, slowly typing my answer down. I clear my throat before asking him the next question.

"Do you have any siblings?" He shakes his head as a response. Okay then. "I have an older brother. He's currently deployed in a undisclosed location somewhere, special forces." I don't look up at him quickly typing our answers down.

"What are your current hobbies?"
"I feel like racing and working on our cars is the obvious answer for both of us so I'm not even going to ask you. Next question?" I couldn't help but breathe a small laugh at his comment because he was right.

"What is a bad habit of yours?" He asks before I have the chance to speak. "When I'm nervous I bite my nails, that's why I get acrylics. Otherwise I'd chew my nails completely off. You?"

"I eat junk food when I'm stressed. It's cheap and comforting, ya know?" I look up ay him smiling because I do the same thing.

"What is your dream job?"
"Honestly? I want to do something in mental health maybe. I want to help others." He replied sheepishly. I was shocked at his answer. It definitely was not at all what I expected. I couldn't help but ask why. "That princess, is a story for another time. So how about you what are your plans hmm?"

"I'm going to buy my own shop, the one in this town sucks ass and I want to open a reliable, honest, safe shop for people to come to." He audibly snorts at my answer mumbling something along the lines of 'could have guessed that'. I had to bite my cheek not to snap at him.

"Who has influenced you the most?" I mumble, trying not to let my anger come through. "My parents." His answer was short, and by the time in his voice there was no room to press for more. To break the awkward silence I told him my answer. "My dad."

"Where do you see yourself in five years?" He asked, obviously wanting to change the subject. "Hopefully my shop will be fully operational, filled with exotic cars just waiting for me to fix." A huge smile overtakes my face at the thought of my dream.

"No husband or kids?"
"I guess I honestly never thought about it. I mean maybe sometime in the future, but I'm not sure about five years. What about you? What's you're five year plan?"
"Oh you know, college and all that... ?" He trailed off his answer sounding more like a question. "Have you really not thought about your future?" I watch as he runs his hand through his hair, obviously uncomfortable. "Next question yeah?" I scowl but oblige.