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"Hey," he repeated, sticking his hands in his pockets.
I smiled and said, breaking the weird trance we were both in. "I'm Kira."
"Oh, I'm RJ," he said, sticking out his hand.
I shook it and looked towards the U-Haul truck behind him. I had to tear my eyes away from his fine ass for one second so I could at least catch my breath. "So are you moving in?"
He looked back to what I was staring at. A man wearing an all black suit and sunglasses spoke hurriedly into the Blackberry he was holding. He had spiky black hair and ghostly white skin. I could have mistaken him for Damon, but this guy was tall and really buff, with his mouth set into such a tight frown, that I knew even Damon couldn't be so bitter. "Yeah," he said, turning away from him. "My dad's the new landlord," he said quietly.
I didn't notice my mouth agape. "That's your dad?!" Besides the fact that they looked nothing alike, the dude in the suit couldn't even be thirty yet!
He nodded, and then we began walking away from the man, as he shouted out orders to the poor guys moving furniture into the apartment. "OVER THERE, smart-ass!!" he shouted, stuffing his phone into his breast pocket.
I looked over at him, as he smirked at something in the distance. I couldn't take my eyes away from him for some reason, he just had something about him. He tore his sunglasses away from his face and stared at me. Oh shit, he had the same pale green eyes as RJ, just more bitter and ghost-like. He widened his eyes, giving me the "Woof!" look.
I turned away, my face getting red. RJ and I walked off toward Pookie's. "So, do you like the neighborhood," I asked, putting my hair behind my ear shyly,
"It's pretty cool," he said, turning and looking at the broken fire-hydrant that children were surrounding.
"It's kinda broke around these parts, but all in all it's aight," I said, leading him into the small corner store.
Pookie, with his yellow jumpsuit, smiled at us as we came in. "Hey there, pretty lady! How may I help you and your boyfriend?" he asked, fixing his tip jar on the side of the counter.
I blushed and turned away, shoving the list at him. RJ smiled at me as I said, "He's not my boyfriend."
"Okaaaaaaay, then," Pookie said, raising his eyebrows accusingly.
I blushed again, as he looked at the list. He quickly scanned it and said, "You'll find everything you need in aisle three," he said, drifting off into the back room mysteriously.
RJ picked up a box of Mike and Ike's, reading the ingredients. "That's Pookie, you'll get used to him later," I said, still blushing after what he said.
"Yeah, I know," he said, holding the box as we walked into aisle three.
I followed curiously. "How do you know?"
"Oh...Uh, I read it on his...outfit," RJ said, smiling at my stupidity as he mentioned Pookie's jump suit.
"Oh, duh," I said, picking up a bag of rice and placing it in the small yellow shopping basket on my arm. I looked at RJ, just looking around the store, not at all surprised by the crazy decorations, 70's music and Pookie himself, waltzing alone. I walked up to the counter, buying my stuff. RJ followed, placing the candy he had picked up next to them.
