Never Take the Brown Bomber Jacket

New Housemate

"Holly?  Dude?  Wake up!"

          I jerked awake to the sound of America's voice yelling in my ear.  "What?" I mumbled, closing my eyes again.

          "Don't go back to sleep!" he exclaimed, shaking me.

          I sighed and sat up straighter so I wouldn't be tempted to fall back asleep.  "What is it?"

          "This movie is scary as hell!" he cried, grabbing my arm and hugging it tightly.

          "Okay, ow," I said, trying to get my arm back.  "That hurts."

          "Oh."  He let me go, chuckling nervously.  "Sorry."

          "It's fine."  I looked at the TV and watched as Daniel Radcliffe watched the rocking chair rock on its own.  I sighed.  "This movie's boring."

          "Easy for you to say!" Al snapped, sinking back into the couch now that I was awake.  "You were sleeping before the super scary parts even started!"

          "That's not exactly…"  I trailed off, biting my lip.  He was back to focusing on the movie, looking like a scared little puppy.  I sighed and decided to pay attention.

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          The movie ended sometime later.  Alfred was practically hanging onto me and bawling his eyes out at the way it had ended.

          "That was so sad!" he exclaimed.  "Why did it have to end like that?"  He continued crying.

          I rolled my eyes.  Why was my country such a dork?  "Well, in a way, it did have a happy ending."

          Al gasped and looked at me, his glasses spotted with tears.  "How?"

        "They did end up with the mother…"  I trailed off, thinking of my own mom.  I shook my head, though, not wanting to ruin my mood for the second time in a day.  "So, it was happy."

          He thought about that for a moment, then he smiled.  "Yeah, I guess so!"  He jumped up suddenly.  "I gotta piss.  Where's the bathroom?"

          I rolled my eyes and chuckled.  "Go through the kitchen, take a left and walk down the hallway.  It's the second door on the right."

          "Okay."  He walked off.

          I just sat there for a minute, staring at the credits rolling on the screen.  Radcliffe looked strange without his Harry Potter glasses, but that was probably because I grew up seeing him in them all the time as Harry Potter.  At least he grew up to be pretty sexy…

          Dragging myself out of my thoughts, I got up and took the disc out and put it back in its spot along with my other movies.  I looked over my collection, wondering if I should change genres.  Horror wasn't really gaining my attention anymore; apparently I've begun to sleep through them.  Maybe I should get some more zombie movies…  I shivered.  Nope, that wasn't going to happen.  I closed the drawer and walked out of the room, straight into America.

          "Oof!" I let out as I stumbled backwards.  Alfred grabbed my shoulders to steady me.

          "Whoa, whoops," he said.  "My bad."

          "No, it's fine," I said, walking around him.  I caught the time on the stove's clock.  "I'm going to make dinner," I announced.  That movie was pretty long; school let out at two and it was almost five already.  "What do you--?"

          "Can you make burgers?" Al asked excitedly, following me into the kitchen.

          I froze.  Oh, God…  I was going to be living with America, the king of burgers, for who knows how long and I had no clue how to make burgers!  Nor did I know how to use a grill…  I hardly ate burgers myself so I never thought I should learn.

          Turning to face America, I smiled sweetly.  "Er, could you make them?"

          He blinked.  "Dude, you don't know how to make burgers?" he asked in disbelief.

          I groaned.  "I know, I know, it's a disgrace but I never really eat them so I--"

          "Sure, I'll make them," he said, cutting me off mid-rant.

          "Really?"

          "Yeah!  Besides, I like making them myself better, anyways."  He grinned and rummaged through my fridge, pulling out raw beef.  "Here we go!"  He glanced into the fridge again.  "Hey!  You do have beer!"  He pulled out a case and placed it on the counter.  "Why didn't you tell me, dude?  We can have a hell of a barbecue tonight!"

          "Er, I don't really drink," I told him.

          "What?  Why not?"

          "Well, I'm only fifteen…"

          He spun around and looked me up and down.  "You don't look fifteen..."  He trailed off, looking thoughtful.  He mumbled something that I didn't quite catch.

          "What?" I asked, curious as to what he said.

          "Nothing!" he responded brightly, smiling again.  "Come on, dude!  Let's go make some burgers!  I can teach you how to make them so you can cook it next time!"  With that, he grabbed the beer and the beef and headed for the back of the house.

          "Wait, how do you know where the grill is?" I called, following him.

          "Most grills are out back," he replied over his shoulder.  "It's like a rule or something."

          I shook my head and chuckled.  That was partly true, and our grill was in fact on the patio in the backyard.

          "Well, this is going to be interesting," I said quietly to myself as I trailed after my new housemate.

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AN:

New chapter, yay!  Sorry it's late, I think.  By a day or something.  Yeah.  Anyways, enjoy a chapter, even though it's kinda short...  Heheh... Sorry :/

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