-Gabrielle's P.O.V-
"Why, hello," Jensen opened the door with a seductive sway to his hips and a cheeky grin. Rolling my eyes, I just pushed past him and made my way over to the table where I'd set up the food earlier.
"Okay, Ackles, let's get this over with," I announced without looking up from organising the meal.
I was simply giving him the things I didn't like-like the cashew chicken-and giving myself the more delicious foods-like the fried rice, garlic prawns and omelette. Smiling at the way I'd organised the food, I grabbed the food I set for myself and made my way over to the sofa.
"Uh, what are you doing?"
I looked up to see Jensen watching me intently from the doorway. His brows were pulled together in a slight frown and his hazel eyes displayed a look of utter confusion. I smiled sweetly at him.
"We're having dinner, aren't we?" I let my face form one of shock as I set the food down. "You don't like how much I eat?"
Maybe, just maybe, if I pretended to eat like a pig he would quit harassing me and let me get on with my life. Yeah, I devised this plan a millisecond before he opened the door.
Continuing to smile sweetly at him, I opened the fried rice and, with the only fork he had, I took a huge, unlady like scoop of the delicious food.
Shaking himself out of his daze, he shocked me with a full blown smile of his own before grabbing the cashew dish and plopping down next to me. He took the fork out of my hand, opened his dish, took a huge chunk of the chicken and with a satisfied smile ate the meat.
My mouth was hanging open as I watched him use my-well, his fork.
"Great, now what am I supposed to use?" I asked shaking my head. This was why I didn't like having dinner with people-they stole your forks.
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"So why you don't want to go home?"
We'd finished having dinner after making Jensen ring room service to bring another fork up and we were now sitting on the ground in the sitting room. I was totally content with just sitting in silence but obviously Jensen wasn't.
"Why do you ask?" I evaded the question with a question of my own.
"Gabriella," he warned.
With a sigh I turned to look at him, "Ackles, it's none of your business." I stated and went back to staring at the wall in front of me. I wasn't going to tell this near to stranger my personal life.
"I'm of English, Scottish and Irish background."
I raised my eyebrow at him. What did that have to do with anything? How random was it? Stifling a laugh, I tried to keep my 'are-you-serious' look.
"Your turn," he urged when I still didn't say anything in reply. I gave him a questioning look and he quickly explained what he was doing, "It's a game. Now you tell me something about yourself."
"Okay..." I said slowly not really believing this guy, but nevertheless I joined in. "I'm of German and Scottish background?" I said it like a question-I wasn't exactly sure if I was playing right.
"Good! What's your middle name?"
"Wait, I'm confused. You can ask questions?"
"I don't know, I'm making this up as I go." I had to laugh at that.
"This is possibly the worst game I've ever played." I told him with a laugh but answered his question anyway. "It's Alison. What's yours?"
"Ross. What's your favourite colour?" He asked pulling out a block of chocolate from beside him.
Where the hell did he get that?
Unwrapping the purple wrapping, broke off a line and gave it to me then repeating the step for himself, he set the chocolate down and waited for my answer.
This game was totally lame.
"Green. Yours?" I asked as I broke a cube of chocolate and popped it in my mouth.
The sugary deliciousness melted easily and I couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure. Chocolate was, by far, my favourite food in the whole world.
"It's, uh, blue," he started, watching me closely. "You don't have to keep asking the same question, you know?"
I knew the look he was giving me-the 'what-the-hell' look-so I explained the reason for my moan. "I love chocolate, okay? And yeah, I know."
I didn't really know but he didn't need to know that.
He got up from his sitting position and walked over to the door, throwing on his shoes on the way. Curious, I stood up as well but I stayed standing where I was.
"C'mon, Gabby, I want to show you something." I narrowed my eyes at him.
What could he possibly show me in Sydney that I didn't already know about? Walking over to him, I still pondered the question as he opened the door for me and we both made our way out into the hallway.
Author's Note:
I know its extremely short and terrible buuuuuuuuut, you'll have a great picture of Jensen to the side, ;)
Yes, this is the great image I have been holding out on you.
Or is it? Muhahahahhahahaha.
Isn't he dreamy?
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