The Strange Good Girl

Chapter Fourteen: Giving In

Lisa stood in her black underwear and matching bra as she put dinner in the oven. When she went shopping she made sure that she bought a large variety of food since she was sure Jason hadn't any real food in awhile. She didn't know if he was even coming back tonight but decided to cook for the both of them just in case.

She had bruises forming on both her shoulders in the shape of Jason's massive hands. She returned to her room and put on a black tank top and dark gray sweat pants. Examining her stitches in the mirror she put ointment on them but kept them un-bandaged. She had had enough of being a cyclops for one night.

As she gathered up all her dirty clothes into a hamper she heard the back door shut. "Jason?" She heard his wet boots squish down the hall. She poked her head out her door to see him standing in the hallway staring into the kitchen. He was completely soaked. "What am I going to do with you?"

He slowly turned to face the girl taking his attention off the interesting smell coming from the kitchen that made his stomach ache. She approached him and began to remove his jacket. "You're completely soaked. If you're going to be inside you need to put dry clothes on." He shook his head and shrugged her off of him. This was getting annoying. Why did it matter if he was clean or dry and all the other things she seemed to like to nag him about? Besides he had no other clothes. It never bothered him much, the ones he had on seemed fine to him.

"I got you some clothes while I was in town. I put them in your closet." He tilted his head to one side. He had his own closet, since when? And why would she buy him clothes? Did that mean she really liked him? He was still confused from earlier and adding all of this on top wasn't helping.

"Come on." She pulled him by the arm into the guest bedroom that was now his. He followed reluctantly and she turned the light on in his room. He noticed the bruises that were forming on her shoulders, and reached out to touch them. Shrugging him off she threw a pile of neatly folded clothes onto the bed. "I'm not quite sure if they'll fit I guessed your size. Now hurry up and change. You're getting the floor all wet and dinner will be done soon." She threw a towel at him before leaving and closing the door behind her.

She went into the kitchen and checked on the food in the oven. Only a few more minutes until they were done. She took two plates out of the cabinet and stared at the clock until Jason stepped into the kitchen.

He was in a green t-shirt and dark blue jeans. They both fit him surprisingly well. She had even bought him socks and a few pairs of boxers. He couldn't remember the last time he had a pair of boxers and found himself oddly comfortable in his new clothes. The girl smiled at him.

He had a plan to get him to tell her what she was hiding from him, but it would have to wait his stomach ached for nourishment and whatever the girl was cooking smelled amazing. "Yay, they fit. Do you like them?" He didn't respond, he just stared at the empty plates she had taken out. "Oh, you're hungry? It should be done now. I made something simple, just chicken nuggets and French fries." He tilted his head to the side. He knew what they were, but hadn't had any since he was little.

She filled her plate with what she wanted and poured the rest onto his plate. He eyed her nervously. "I'm going to put a movie on. You can join me if you like. I promise I won't look." She knew he'd eat in the other room, but didn't want him to feel like he had to hide from her. She put her food on the coffee table in the living room and searched for a movie to put on.

He stared at her from the kitchen. She had turned the lights off in the living room and sat on the couch in the glow from the television as she ate her food. He stood against the wall behind the couch as he ate and eyed the girl carefully.

She rolled her eyes as she heard him eating behind her. It didn't make any sense as to why he would hide his face from her. She knew, for the most part, what he looked like underneath, her Mom described it to her a few times and had seen a few pictures her Mom taken at the camp. It couldn't be that bad could it? It was something she'd try for. Not necessarily tonight, but if the opportunity came she wouldn't pass it up.