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11. Questions

We drove back to my house after dinner and Paige was now stretched out on my couch, her arms behind her head.

"Should we do the questions now? For that project?" I questioned, sitting down on the ground beside the couch.

"Yes, you first." She opened one eye to look at me.

I stood up to get my backpack and retrieve the questions I wrote down the other day.

"One. Describe yourself in 4 words, all beginning with the letter O." I said as I walked back to the couch.

Paige moved to a sitting position and looked up at me, a puzzled expression in her face.

"O? Um, let's see. Optimistic, outgoing, outlandish, and obtuse. Strange choice of letter." She said to me, patting the seat beside her.

"Your turn." I leaned back against the couch as she pulled her questionnaire out of a binder.

"I made these questions before I knew you lived alone, so, here it goes. If you could live alone right now, what would be the first thing that you would do?" She smiled nervously at me, folding the paper up in her hands.

"I did that thing where you put socks on and I slid down the hall in my boxers." I laughed as she snuggled into my side.

Reaching back down for my paper, I read off the next question.

"What are 3 things you are good at?" Turning my head to face her, I watched her nose crinkle as she thought.

"Listening, speaking, and, um, not being serious. I'm not a very serious person." She mumbled, unfolding her paper and started to ask her next question.

"Name one thing that is best experienced with somebody else." I bent and kissed her upturned face before answering.

"Movies. I like to talk to somebody after watching them, bounce ideas off each other and stuff." I thought about my answer for a while before speaking.

Paige seemed pleased with my response.

"What are 4 things you are not good at?" I figured this would be hard for Paige to answer, since she seemed to be good at everything. But, she took no time to think before speaking.

"Math, expressing my feelings, talking to my parents and understanding sports." She spoke with a smile on her face, though there was a hint of sadness in her eyes.

I suddenly became very uninterested in questioning Paige. I set my paper down on the table and turned to her.

"I think that's enough for today." I said blankly.

"Landon.." Paige began, but I put my finger up to her lips to stop her and stood from my seat on the couch and headed for the kitchen.

Glass broke under my foot once more and I heard Paige's gasp from the couch.

"You're wearing shoes, right?" She said looking over her shoulder towards me.

"You care?" I scoff. Did I really just ask that? It's Paige. Of course she cares.

"Landon," she spoke as she stood from the couch, "I would drive you to the hospital if you got a paper cut. Of course I care." Her expression was unreadable.

"Nobody cares if I get hurt or not." I mumble under my breath and I think I hear Paige gasp again.

She turns away from me, heads to the utility closet and comes back out with a broom and dust pan.

"Don't clean this up." I reach over and pull them out of her hands.

"You're going to hurt yourself eventually if you leave glass shards all over the ground." Paige shoots me a glare and snatches the broom and pan out of my hand.