Chosen

3

I awoke to a start in Scott's bed and laid back down slowly. I could hear light music coming from the living room and some singing. I am entranced by Scott's baritone voice sweetly vibrating through the thin walls of plaster in Scott's apartment and I rise out of bed. I crack open the door slowly and peer through the door to see him wandering about the room without a shirt. I smile to myself and softly harmonise to his beautiful voice and close my eyes. I walk out slowly, my eyes still closed and sing a little louder bravely, hoping he still will not be able to hear me. All of a sudden it's just my voice I hear and I open my eyes to an open-mouthed Scott. I worriedly look down at myself and wonder if it is because I am wearing just my boxers. I blush and turn around to go back into his room but his voice stops me from doing so.

"Mitch?"

"Yes?"

"You don't have to leave, it's fine. I was just surprised at your beautiful voice."

"I was pleasantly surprised by your voice."

"Can you please keep singing?" I am amazed by this request as no one has ever asked me to sing for them nor has told me that I am good at it. I smile at his weirdness and continue to hum the beautiful tune he was singing before, closing my eyes once more. After a short while he joins me in harmony and we finish the song. "You are fantastic," he replies.

"That is very nice of you to say, thank you." Scott turns back around and walks to his colorful kitchen.

"You must be starving. Would you like something? You can look through the frig," Scott says, gesturing to the crazy box that had beeped at me last night. 

"The...frig?"

"Yeah. The refrigerator. Go ahead. Or did you want cereal? I'm sorry."

"No it is fine," I reply, opening the door to the refrigerator. I decide that I really like this thing and I take out what appears to be some sort of pouch. I read the label and it says "Caprisun". I motion toward Scott and open my mouth to ask him a question. "May I have this?"

"Oh, of course you can. Would you like some fruit as well? I have some on the counter here. Apples, bananas, oranges, grapefruit-"

"Grapefruit? I have never had that before. Oh I apologize for interrupting, that was very rude of me, sir," I say and hang my head in shame. I was never allowed to call those older than me by their first names nor interrupt them or I would be sent away to my room and not fed for the night. Mother would not even speak to me if I had behaved in that way. I wonder what she would do if she was here now. She would probably banish me from town, and I would never have someone to call mother ever again. 

"No...no it's okay. Please." Scott says, and awkwardly moves away from me. "Hey, I'm gonna make a phone call real quick outside. I'll be right back." Scott grabs his device off the counter and goes outside his home, closing the door behind him.

Great job, Mitch. Now he doesn't trust you. What did you say wrong? I interrupted. But he let me do that once last night very late, he didn't seem to mind. I called him 'sir'. But that is very appropriate. Maybe it is not appropriate here, in his world. Maybe it is rude, or strange, or not nice. He looked at me if I was damaged. I can't think of as to why he would believe so. Maybe it is time for me to go. Wait, I should listen to what he is saying on his device, maybe that could clue me in to what's going on.

I head over to the door and lean my ear against it, careful not to make much noise.

"No Kirst, it's not. Well...no I don't know where he came from. He seems very nice and genuine. He hasn't stolen anything. No he's just...strange. I don't know...I can't put my finger on it. Well he just apologized for interrupting me and he called me 'Sir'. Well I think that could be why. He said that he left his friend because he yelled at him and that he could never go back there. He hasn't found a job yet. He's interested in music and he has a truly wonderful voice. Yeah, yeah I'm just concerned about him. I don't know anything about where he's from or who he spent time with or-well no I just met him yesterday. Of course I let him stay he was kind and-no of course not. Yes. He doesn't have a phone or any money. You think that bastard took it from him? No I haven't asked. Seems like a touchy subject. Do you think I should, just to rule it out? But what do I say? 'Hey Mitch, who were you working for, are you a prostitute?' I don't think so. No, he would probably cry or yell or leave or something, I don't want to make him upset. Yes, he's about 5'10" with chocolate brown hair and brown eyes. Yes, he's a bit on the thinner side. Do you really think...oh okay. I should just ask? Alright. Come over tomorrow? Okay great. See you soon. Bye."