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I've Got My Eye on You

We sat across from each other on the floor. His lips were pressed into a thin line while he sized me up. Likewise, I scanned his features. His blond hair was a mess, and it stuck to his forehead. His blue eyes resembled a crystal clear lake. There a few acne marks here and there but it wasn't bad. I couldn't help but notice a puny hole in the bottom left corner of his mouth.

"You have a lip piercing?" I blurted out.

"Yeah, but I lost my ring." He spoke hesitantly. 

I slightly nodded. His accent sounded weird. It wasn't something you heard everyday.

"You talk funny." I stated bluntly.

"I could say the same for you." There was a hint of attitude in his voice.

I simply shrugged, "where are you from?"

"Australia."

"What's an Australian like you doing in Ohio?" I scoffed.

"Visiting a long time friend." He sighed.

We both knew that his little visitation happened a long time ago. It happened before all of this shit happened.

"Well. I was visiting a long time friend." He corrected himself. A short comfortable period of silence fell between us.

"How long have you been here?" He spoke up.

"Define 'been here'." I retorted.

"How long have you been inside here, like this shack/cabin thing." He restated his question with a roll of the eye.

"Look I just got here alright? I slept in another little shed I found about 20 feet from this one." I sneered.

"Hey, there's no need for an attitude. I'm just asking questions. You are a stranger after all." He quipped.

"What's your name?" He questioned. Wow, he sure was one to ask a lot of questiones.

"Jennifer."

"I'm Lucas." He replied. I gave him a simple nod and looked around the room. It wasn't too shabby. It looked like the main corridor for a funeral home. A shiver crawled down my spine. I hated funeral homes with a burning passion. A loud grumble interrupted my train of thought. I looked over at Lucas. His cheeks were red.

"Haha, I'm just hungry." He slowly got off the floor and headed into what I assumed to be the kitchen. I sighed and faced a wall to think about nothing in peace.

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As I got up to go into the kitchen, my cheeks were flaming hot.

Shit, that was really embarrassing. I thought.

My hand gripped the knob of a cabinet door. Surveying the shelves, I settled on a jar of pickles.

Ah, Vlasic. My favorite brand for pickled cucumbers.

 Leaning against a countertop, I struggled to open the jar. After a few tries I still couldn't get it open. I searched around for a spoon in near-by drawers. Finding one, I tapped the glass near the lid. Giving it one last try with a firm grip, it still wouldn't open. I sighed in defeat.

"Fuck, why is it so hard to open one stupid jar?" I groaned loudly. I could hear footsteps shuffling towards the tiny kitchen. My eyes settled on Jennifer's round face. Her  hazel eyes were foucused on me. The brown tangled hair that was thrown messily into a ponytail swung with every step she took. She was fairly short compared to me, looked like she was 5'2. 

"Is it that hard to open a freaking jar?" She mumbled. Snatching the jar from my hands, she easily popped the top off of it.

"I loosened it for you." I said trying to protect my pride and dignity.

"Of course macho man." She snorted. I took the jar back and started to munch on a pickle. The saltiness satisfied the tiny monster hidden in my stomach walls. Looking over my shoulder I seen Jennifer glancing at what's in the cabinets.

"Has it ever occurred to you that all of the food is suspiciously free of dust?" Jennifer inquired.

"Honestly, it has but I don't really let it get to me as long as my stomach isn't try to consume itself. " I replied bluntly.

Hmm, it's pretty weird how we're taking to each other so nicely. I mean I guess we're acquaintances now, but that doesn't mean I can trust her. I looked over at her.

But she doesn't look like the type of person to do some fucked up shit right off the back of meeting somebody. However, I should keep my eye on her. I thought continuing the mental conversation I was having with myself. Glancing down at the pickle jar that was settled in my hands, I realized it was half empty. Sighing I screwed the top back on and put it up.

A car door slammed outside.

"Oh fuck," we spoke almost simultaneously.

My frightened gaze landed on Jennifer. I stalked over to the window over the sink. Peering out I seen three rowdy guys exit the car parked in the tall grass. Dropping into a crouched position I motioned for Jennifer to get down too.

"What are we going to do?" I spoke in a hushed tone.

"We get our shit, take some food then book it," she paused listening to the front door's knob rattle.

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sorry for not updating for a while I've been slacking I know

I apologize if there are any errors

this is probably short, I haven't looked at this on the desktop site yet

I well I'm off to write like 3 more chapters

I hope you enjoyed

p.s. I may or may not update tomorrow or in the next two days or in the next weelk. it depends on how much I have written