Suprising (thatcherjoe)

Chapter 12

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Joe comes back with the pizza. Caspar immediately dives in. He has no shame. But Joe is much more mannered so he insists you have some first. You chuckle at the way he acts like this pizza is a 5 star dinner you two are sharing. But you take two pieces anyway. It was really good. It was deep dish. Deep dish was very hard to come by in New England. You figured that it would be a rarity in the actual England too. "Are there a lot of deep dish pizzas in England?" You ask to no one in particular. You move your head to glance at Caspar, then again to look at Joe. "Deep dish pizza?" "Yea." Joe knits his forehead together. "I don't know what deep dish pizza is. Isn't there just pizza?" You smile at him in a confused way. "So there's pizza which has a thin crust. It's the type that flops everywhere when you pick it up. Then there's deep dish. It is baked in a dish that is deep, hence the 'deep dish pizza'. It has a really big crust. Like this one. I think New York was the inventors of it. I could be totally wrong though so don't quote me on it." Caspar is taking it all in. He's shaking his head at you but you can tell he's thinking about something. "So Kelsey. You mean to tell me, that there is not only pizza with every topping you can think of, but also there is different actual pizzas?" You smile. "Yes. That's what I mean to tell you." "Joe?" Caspar asks, suddenly turning his attention to Joe. "Yes Caspar?" He says. "I like this Kelsey." You laugh and so does Joe. "I like her too Cas. She's a foreign chick. Who doesn't like them?" You shake your head disapprovingly, but your trying to hold in a smile. "Joe, that statement was going great until that last sentence." "Well Kelsey." He smiles at you. "You better get used to it." And he flashes you a smile with bright, white teeth.

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"AHHHHHHHHHH!!! OH MY GAWD!!!! OHMYGOD. OHMYGOD. OHMYGOD." You hear a cute little British voice scream. You chuckle, and slightly cringe as your eardrums burst, at Zoe's reaction when she walked into Joe and Caspars flat. Joe had actually made her sit down and got her some pills and a pillow and blanket. Before she showed up, you asked him what this was for. He had told you that Zoe is prone to anxiety attacks. You never know what will set her off. You coming here might trigger a memory or a vibe. He said that these were just precautionary. You just nodded and walked away. But he didn't see you smile a delicate smile at his brotherly protection.

"Yes Zoe! I'm here! In England!!!" You tell her, squatting next to her chair. "I just got here. We went to eat pizza real quick and then came back and called you as soon as possible."
"Wow Kelsey! When were you planning on doing this? Do your parents know your here? Did you come alone? Do you have a place to stay? How long are you staying for anywa-" Okay Zoe. Breathe." Joe cuts Zoe off. Zoe did look flustered. You feel terrible. Maybe you should have told her before she got put on the spot. You contemplate leaving the room to let Zoe cool down. But before you know it, Zoe has composed herself. It looks like she's done it more than enough times. The fact that she can get so worked up and get herself together so fast makes you both happy and worried. It's great she can take control of herself. But you know that takes great practice. And practice comes from doing things over and over. But you let the thought drop. "How about I take you for coffee tomorrow and we will discuss everything?" you say to the petite girl. "Were in England Kelsey. How about you take me for tea?" You laugh, happy to see her joking around. "Deal." You make plans and set the details. Now you just need to find a place for the night.