"Okay..." I said. "Good. You'll have to move your stuff and you can sell the house or keep it your move. Shall we get your stuff now or...?" He wanted me to finish. "We can get it later there isn't much." I told him. "So where are you parents?" He asked. I took a deep breath. "Six feet below ground." I told him. "I'm so sorry." He apologized. "Why? You didn't kill them and everyone asks. I don't like the apology it does no service for either party." I said. "So I take it not a fan of pity party's eh?" He questioned. "Nope." I said popping the 'p'.
He stood up and took our dishes into the kitchen. "Thank you." I told him. "You need to learn to fight." He caught me by surprise. "Well that escalated quickly." I laughed. "Go in the basement I'll be down in a moment." I did as he said and fled to the basement.
He had tons of work out equipment including dumbbells a treadmill and a few punching bags. Dang.
He came down the stairs and smiled. "You like it?" He asked. "Love it." I told him. He laughed and lead me to the center of the room. There was an empty space. "Dancing is good warm up. It also helps calm you down." He told me, I nodded. "Put your hand on my shoulder." He ordered. I did so and he put his hand on my waist. We intertwined out hands. He took a deep breath as we slowly moved around the room. After a while we broke apart. To soon for me.
"So boxing." He said walking toward the punching bag. "Hit the bag as hard as you can." He told me. I pulled back and punched the bag. It fell to the floor.
