Jameson Jackson & an Empty Household

3. Curiosity

Curious Jameson is curious.

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Jameson woke up. He let out a yawn as he sat up. He looked around at the concrete and grass around him. Right. He wasn't home.

He stood up and turned to the house he had come from earlier. Based on the windows, there was at least two floors. The faded dark blue walls stood out against the bushes in front of them. The said bushes were overgrown and all over the place. Jameson looked at the houses nearby. The houses all mirrored each other; overgrown and unkempt.

The 27-year old made his way to the house and entered it. He looked around the room. One half was a living room (though it looked to be more like a family room) and the other half was split between a kitchen and a dining area, with an island nestled in between them. Feeling his stomach rumble, Jameson decided to go to the kitchen.

The island had a barstools nestled under the overhang, with a vase with dead flowers sitting on the countertop. Across that was another set of counters, with cabinets above and below them, and what looked like an oven nestled in the middle of the counters. There was a large metal box on the end closest to the hallway. On the other end, there was a sink sitting between the island and the other counter sets. Above the sink, there was a window that he could see the backyard. The backyard was a little better than the front, but he could tell whoever lived here hadn't been around in a while.

Curiously, he looked at the tall metal box. It was a steel color with black handles and... dispensers? That's weird. Why would a house have dispensers? He gently pressed one of the dispensers and nothing happened. He cocked his head in confusion. He pressed a little harder and made a startled noise when water began pouring over his hand. He quickly pulled his hand away and the water stopped pouring. He shook his hand and stared at his drenched sleeve. He frowned and looked at the water dispenser. Water was dripping down the dispenser, the side of the metal box, and began pooling on the tile floor.

He let out a sigh and looked at the surrounding counters. He grinned when he spotted paper towels. He leaned over and tore a few pieces off. He set two of them on the counter next to the fridge. He used the other to gently dry the dispenser and the tray beneath it. He set the sheet next to the others and picked the others up. He bent down and used them to clean the water up. Afterwards, he set the sheets on the counter and looked around for a bin. He quickly gave up on finding the bin and decided to search for food instead.

He opened the cabinet closest to the water dispenser. There was a bunch of clear bottles in various sizes. Each had different labels and a few had a different cap and label colors. Most were spices that he recognized and others were either hard to read or he just didn't recognize them at all. He closed the cabinet and opened another one. This one had a variety of things. There was a glass container labeled sweet relish, another was labeled cherry jam, a slightly taller glass bottle of (mesquite?) honey, a bunch of metal cans(one of which says corn on it), and that was about all he could see. (The cabinet was a complete mess anyway.)

Jameson grabbed the honey bottle and set it on the counter. He closed the cabinet and opened a drawer. He grinned when he saw the drawer full of utensils. He grabbed a spoon and closed the drawer. He opened the bottle of honey and ate some of it with a spoon.

When he was done, he set the spoon in the sink and closed the bottle of honey. He left the honey sitting on the counter and took a look around the kitchen. His eyes were drawn back to the metal box. He walked back over to it and grabbed one of the handles. He pulled it open and squinted his eyes against the light. It seemed to be a refrigerator. There wasn't much in it anyway. Just a container of milk and another one with muffins. (At least that's what it looked like.) Jameson closed the door and looked at the outside of it. It didn't look like a refrigerator... At least none that he had ever seen.

Jameson went back to the cabinets and began looking through them. There wasn't much else, just pans, pots, plates, ......and an entire cabinet just full of mugs. How many people lived here? Most of them had different designs, and some were stacked on top of each other. He closed the cabinet and looked around at the kitchen. There were a few other machines, but he didn't feel like messing with them at the moment.

He made his way to the living room and sat on the couch. What now? He didn't know where he was or the time. It made him uncomfortable and worried. Part of him wants to think he was kidnapped, but it didn't make sense because the doors were unlocked. Hell, he could leave right now if he wanted.

Maybe he came as a dare? Which wouldn't make any sense unless he was drunk. Him drinking would probably also explain why he can't remember anything from the night before. He remembered returning to his apartment with groceries and decorations. He couldn't remember much after that. He let out a sigh. Curse him and his drunk self.

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