The Narcissist

11

Gem Anderson
Chapter 11| "Strange that."

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"Well, when I was little about six, my mom got me a pair of glittery wellies and I refused to take them off, so I wore them in bed, in the bath, all summer long," I said to Sam giggling at the thought. Sam chuckled shaking his head at me.

We've been talking for about an hour and it surprise me to see that I'm so open to him. 'So, you're weird glittery Wellies, huh?' He asked me and I nodded my head at him.

"My second favorite outfit was the weird glittery boots and my very odd bumble bee tights," I explained feeling the memories all over again. "Odd Bumble bee tights?" Sam asked raising an eyebrow. I nodded my head at him saying, "Black and yellow stripes."

"Oh, dear god," He chuckled out and I playfully shoved him. "I just, I really, really, really liked having odd stripy legs," I confessed. "So, what happened to these weird wellies and odd stripy tights?" He asked me and I sighed.

"I outgrew them of course. Somewhat it broke my heart, and they don't make those tights anymore, well not for grown teens anyway," I said and he chuckled again. I smiled looking into his light brown eyes.

They change colour and I always wanted to see it actually do it, but it's always brown around me.

"Strange that," He replied giving me a smirk. Leaning back into my chair I nodded my head. "Oh, you can mock. Didn't you ever love anything that much?" I asked him wanting to get to know him a bit more. He was hesitant for a while before he nodded.

"Yes. Yes, I did," He confessed breaking eye contact with me. I let out a breath seeing that it was something personal. Silence struck between us as no one found the need to break it.