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cinco

Silence fills the uncomfortable space between us. I should have just walked to a different house while I had the chance.

"So, like...how's your mental stabilism. Stabiliem? Sta--Sanit--stable...stability, yeah." She nods to herself, looking distant. "How is that?"

"I'm not really sure how to answer that."

"Yikes spikes."

"O...Okay."

Silence.

"I should really g--"

"Do you want some cereal?" She asks with smiles, walking toward the kitchen.

"No."

"I have a wedding rehearsal to go to tomorrow night," she says, ignoring my decline as she searches through her pantry. "They're really boring and kinda take the magic out of marriage, but they always serve really good food--"

"Uhm, please shut up." I say, try to sound polite, but maybe end up sounding even ruder.

She smiles, shrugs slighty, and sighs as she reaches on her tiptoes to reach a box of cereal. "Whatever. Hey, what's your name?"

"I don't--"

"Wait, can I guess?"

"What the..shit, why are so talkative and..welcoming?"

"Is that a compliment?"

"No."

"Oh.." She focuses at wall, and looks like she concentrating on what it's saying.

Then she looks back at me. "You look like a Bill."

I open my mouth to speak.

"Bill Young-blood," she says in an old, heroic tone, like a narrator for a western radio show in the 40's.

I stare and blink for a moments, enjoying the silence.

"No," I say simply.

I'm undecided on whether the 'no' was to let her know her answer was wrong. 'No' as in she can't have my name. Or just 'No' in general. 'No' to this entire scenario or her as a person.

"Okay," she smiles.

I kind of hate her in a way.

a/n:

well, I thought this was cute.

cinco is five in Spanish, right? I shouldn't have started this trend of naming my chapters in Spanish if I can't even count above tres..