I mutter a hoarse goodbye to truman as I swung the door open, throwing my bag onto the ground. Mumbling under my breathe as i stormed into the kitchen, because I. Need. Orange. Juice.
Right. Now.
I've already almost drunk the entire carton. I really can't explain how comforting the thick, sweet liquid is to me. But i can say that whenever i'm upset, it really helps.
I put the carton back into the fridge and take my glass to the table. For a few precious minutes i sat and sip my juice, lost in my own mind.
Ding, dong.
I got up to answer the door, leaving my glass on the table. I opened the door, and wanted to scream.
"Hello Katherine." James smiled sweetly, pushing past me to get inside. Closing the door behind him, I watch as he walked down the hall admiring everything from the flower vase, the pictures, to the paint on the walls. "Nice home you've got here."
"Did you follow me?"
"Of course not. I just walked home." He walked into the kitchen with me chasing after him.
"Then why are in mine?" I asked, hands on hips.
"You're what?"
"My HOME." I wanted to scream, but i didn't. Instead i had muttered it.
"Well I thought I would get acquainted with my neighbors, and you seem to be the only one my age. " James motioned to the window above the sink. Looking out, I saw three moving trucks, and men loading boxes into the house across the street.
"You've got to be kidding."
"Wouldn't be a very funny joke if I was." James chuckled. I shot him a glare, and his bright eyes just sparkled with amusement. James moved past me and over to the table. "Orange juice." He studied the contents in my glass. He made his way to the fridge, and he took out the carton. "You don't mind, do you?" He asked before emptying the rest into his mouth.
"why are you here?" I asked.
"To become acqu-"
"No. Why are you here? In kenzington?" I said.
"Oh.." James smiled, "Well. my family never likes to stay in one place too long. It's not good for the soul." He says simply, as if I should have already know that.
"I lived in one place my whole life." I scoff. "And i believe my soul is just fine." James chuckled.
"That's extremely ironic." He laughed.
"Why?"
"Well because-" I hear a rustle in the other room. My father's home. James stops talking and look at me sternly. "Because it is." He says softly. I noticed a ring on his finger. It was silver with a small red gemstone in the center. Etched along the sides of the ring were black symbols.
"What's this?" I asked, reaching for his hand. I brought it closer to my face. The Symbols look like words scribbled in a foreign language. James leaned in close.
"We're holding hands" He whispers. I looked up and realized his lips are inches from mine. I leaned away just as he began to lean in.
"Are you trying to kiss me?" i asked softly. James froze. He cupped the back of my head in his hand and dragged me forward. But he doesn't kiss me. Instead, James put his cheek against mine.
"Do you want me to?" He whispers softly in my ear.
"No..." I whisper back. James pulls away and smiles. He held my hand gently, like how you hold a child's, and took the ponytail from my wrist. He put my hair up then stepped back.
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