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A Little Death // The NBHD

"finally up." jack smiled as he glanced away from his computer screen and into my eyes.

the first time he actually smiled instead of smirked at me.

"yeah." i yawned and stretched while still laying in my sleeping bag.

we sat in silence before i decided to speak up.

"what are you doing?"

"online shopping for these doc martins i really want."

"hm. " i got up and began to fold up the sleeping bag i was laying on.

"hey where is your bathroom?" i asked still sleep in my voice.

"right there to your left."

i walked down a semi-hall and reached his bathroom.

it was all white and crisp looking.

i brushed my teeth, washed my face and combed my hair before i decided to hop in the shower.
i put on my adidas, a pink shirt with a dark pink sweater over it, and black jeans when i got out.

i put on my adidas, a pink shirt with a dark pink sweater over it, and black jeans when i got out

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"what do you want?"

"what do you have?"

"what do you want?"

"how am i supposed to know what i want if i dont know what you have?" i smirked and looked at him from the counter i was sitting at.

"just close your eyes and tell me what pops up."

"okay...hmm...." i buzzed.

"donuts, nutella waffles, grapes, tropical minute maid.... bananas..... i think thats it."

" well we dont have bananas or minute maid. but we have vitamin water..." he said.

"yeah yeah thats cool." i took a vitamin water from his grasp.

"there is grapes and waffles in the freezer. nutella and donuts in the cupboard."

i giggled.

"what?" he asked.

"why do you out grapes in the freezer." i said pulling out the items i need.

"because it makes them sweeter."

i wrinkled my nose. "huh?"

"kind of like when someone is cold and you give them a hug, no matter how much of an asshole they are, they still appreciate it and they feel sweet for like a second."

"jack what the hell are you talking about?"

he ignored me and we made our food. before i had time to take my food to the counter, jack asked me,

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