"Daisy, you have a visitor." My father spoke, his eyes enlarged at the sight before him. Jack Johnson.
"Thank you." I replied, eyeing him for a response.
"So who is our guest?"
"Dad, this is Jack. Jack Johnson." I replied.
Before any other unnecessary questions were asked I guided Jack up to my room. I placed my hand onto the cold metal door knob turning it gently.
"Your house is huge bro." Jack spoke in awh.
"Thank you, will you be staying for dinner? We are having canapés." I questioned.
"The fuck is that." He spat, looking over in disgust.
"It's well, toasted bites of bread topped with a spread or cheese but we usually have some type of chicken on the side. Maybe today mother will put salad on the-" Jack cut off my rambling to speak his mind.
"Okay, if we are going to be partners on this stupid family project. You have got to stop with the old british lady talk. It's really irritating."
I was a little taken back from his words, but quickly recovered and argued.
"Well if I am to stop with the 'old british lady' talk." I mocked. "Then you are to stop with the over excessive use of foul language."
"Fine." He spat.
"Agree- I mean, fine; also. So are you staying for dinner?"
He shrugged, "sure."
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"Daisy, time for supper!" My mother called up to me. I looked at Jack and he smiled.
"You now I've never had canoples or whatever it is before."
I giggled, "you mean, canapés?"
"Yeah that."
"Well it's very good, and I'm honored that I'm the person you taste first." My eyes grew in shock from the words that had just left my mouth.
"I- I mean you taste the f-food with first! N-not me! Tha-that's um." I stuttered looking over at him.
His mouth was placed into a sly smirk. He had his arms crossed over his chest and and his eyes were staring me up and down. He licked his lips mischievously and my heart skipped a beat.
No. I told myself. Do not fall for his charm. He will do you no good. He won't ever care for you as much as you need it. Don't take the bait. You'll regret it.
I was to caught up in my thoughts to even realize that his hands were now placed on my hips. Our faces were almost touching, he slowly brought a hand up to my cheek; slowly rubbing circles.
"Daisy!" My mother called, again.
I snatched my body away from his grasp and showed myself out.
Walking down the stairs I heard heavy thumps from behind me signaling the Jack was hot on my trail. I quickly turned to confront him but instead was shoved into the floor alongside him.
"Ow!" I called out grabbing my head in pain.
"Oh my gosh Daisy I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were going to turn around and I-"
"It's okay Jack, really in fine." I said; letting go of my head and rising to my feet. "See?"
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"Thanks for the dinner." Jack said to my parents. He looked back over to me like he has done about eighty times in the last ten minutes.
I laughed at his poor table manners and excused myself from the table. Jack was next to me as we walked to the front door.
"Listen, Daisy. I'm sorry about the whole incident upstairs. Maybe we can just forget about it?" Jack questioned.
"Oh, um." Fool, I told you he doesn't care. Maybe you should of listened. "yeah I guess." I spoke quietly; turning on my heels prepared to walk back inside. Until a hand grabbed my arm turning me ever so gently.
"Unless you don't want to forget."
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