Strangers in the Dark

Don't mention it

           I woke up the next morning with my arms around Oswald. I had gotten cold during the night and decided he wouldn't notice if I got a little closer. He was really warm. I felt him stir and I closed my eyes again. I didn't want to get caught. He turned awkwardly to face me. I held my breath and my stomach lurched. I didn't know why. he slipped out of bed  and left the room.

           A little bit later I decided to get up and find the kitchen by following the sounds of pots banging. I rubbed my eyes and slipped in. Oswald was sitting at the table ,still in his pajamas, reading the newspaper and sipping a cup of coffee. A woman was bustling around making breakfast. He glanced up.

  "Ah ,(y/n),  lovely I thought you had gotten lost. Did you sleep well?" He set his paper down and folded his hands neatly on top. His bed-head and wrinkled t-shirt made my heart jump into my throat.

  "Yes, thank you again for letting my stay." I said still standing awkwardly in the entrance.

  "Are you hungry?" he asked.

  "A little," I answered.

  "Well then, come sit down. Ida will make you breakfast." His eyes sparkled in the fresh sunlight that slid in through the windows. I sat.

            After we had eaten Butch gave me my clothes. They had been washed and dried. I changed and met him at the door. Oswald offered to drive me home and I agreed. A little while later we stood on the steps of my apartment complex.

  "Thank you," I said for like the sixteenth time today.

  "Don't mention it," he said. I handed a slip of paper I'd been keeping in my pocket.

  "What's this?" he asked, taking it. I walked up the steps and opened the door.

  "Me mentioning it," I said before slipping in and closing the door behind me. Oswald stood and unfolded the paper. 555-555-555. (this is such a bad made up number. I'm sorry).

    Oswald's pov

           I sat in the backseat of the car staring at the crumpled piece of paper. I smiled, "She likes me," I muttered.