Under Attack (2)

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Over the next four weeks we got to know each other. I noticed she went into work early and I started to as well. I found out she liked more of the emo/rock genre of music and that she was naturally a blonde and had died her hair black. I imagined her with blonde hair and almost laughed. It was to strange with all the dark clothes she wears. She's always wearing dark purple or black or dark red. She's a pretty happy person from what I know. She has some issues with her dad and her mom died when she was 10. She talked of the clones a lot and I could tell it still worried her. I tried my best to calm her fears. I hated that she was so afraid and was also confused by my feelings of such affection towards this girl. Honestly I haven't known her for long. I laid in bed pondering my feelings for her when she called me.

"Hello? Are you OK Jane?" I had forgotten that I gave her my number. I could tell her it was her by her voice. I added her to my contacts real quick.

"I am OK just look up the clones again." She hung up and I looked at my phone confused. I looked up the clones and was shocked to see that they were making more even though the ones they had, failed and went evil. They made more holding cells and were cloning five people from every town. I scrolled down to delta and saw that shockingly my mother had been picked. I also saw that they were making holding cells in every town and shivered. I texted Jane to let her know all would be OK. She responded with OK and I knew she wasn't convinced.

One month went by and nothing much happened with the clones, they turned evil and were kept locked up. Jane and I had gotten closer and started to date. We've been dating for almost a month now, tomorrow marks one month. It was getting gloomier and gloomier. At first there were just more clouds then it started to rain more. The clones got more combative and started to get smarter. Jane knocked on my bedroom door and I opened the door to let her in. I thought it was strange that mom let her in the house. Mom feels like Jane is going to steal me away. Today she was wearing a cute short black skirt with tights under it and a light blue shirt tied at the side. She had a black jacket on since it was a little chilly out. She kicked off her shoes and crawled into my bed and crawled under the covers. She somehow managed to cover all but her eyes and I chuckled.

"So tomorrow marks one month of us being together." She nodded. "I was wondering if maybe I could start staying over at your house every now and then or you coming here what do you think?" I could tell she was smiling by the creases around her eyes.

"I think you should come stay with me at my house. You can pack half your clothes and take them to my house. I'll make space in my drawers for your stuff. I have an extra tooth brush and we can always just go to the store to buy you shower stuff." I loved how excited she was and sheepishly pulled out a bag that had half my clothes in it already and shower stuff. She giggled and crawled out of bed. Jane walked over to me stood on her tiptoes and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around her to steady her and kissed her back.

"Shall we head over to your house?" she nodded, put on her shoes, and we headed downstairs. We headed outside and got into the car and drove to her house. She had a cute house it was a one floor, one bed, one bath house. Her room was a brownish and her bed had a black comforter and all sorts of decorative pillows. She cleared me out a drawer and I put everything but my shirts in the drawer. She handed me hangers and I hung up my shirts.

"Give me your shower stuff I'll go put it in the bathroom." She held out her hands. I reached into the bag and pulled out my stuff.

"OK one second." Once I had everything pulled out I handed it to her, she hurried off and put it away. She gave me a tour of her house. I honestly hadn't spent much time in her house. She had a cute kitchen. There was flower wallpaper up and an old gas stove, a double sink and a refrigerator with a freezer. Her living room was pretty big she had two couches that were black leather and a coffee table. She had a T.V. up on her wall. On the coffee table she had some decorative flowers in a vase. On a shelf she had a picture of a woman with long blonde hair, green eyes, and freckles with a man who had blonde hair and blue eyes with his arms wrapped around the woman. I saw more pictures of them around and realized they must be her mom and dad. She saw me looking and smiled.

"That," she pointed at the woman "Is my mom her name is Evelyn. She died when I was ten remember." I nodded, "Car crash took her from me, she was only twenty-five. its ok I didn't know her that well she spent most her time at crack houses." I frowned and she shrugged. "That one," she pointed at the guy "is my overbearing over protective father. He lives in Florida last I checked. He's 39 now, he had a birthday last month in May. It was the 24th so three days after we started dating. His name is John." I knew she didn't like him much so I walked over and kissed her forehead. She tilted her head up and I placed a gentle kiss on her lips. She smiled and hugged me.

"If you want me to stay here tonight then I should drive the car back to mom and tell her about our new arrangement." She smiled and nodded. We walked to the door. I kissed her goodbye and got in the car and drove back to moms. I walked into the house and asked mom to stop cleaning for a second. I requested she come sit with me in the living room for a minute. Mom looked worried but she sat and managed to smile.

"So as you know Jane and I have been dating for a month now." Mom nodded. "I talked to her and we decided that I'm going to start staying at her house. I'm going to sleep there tonight. I'm unsure about tomorrow night or any night after that. It's very possible that I might be moving in with her soon." Mom frowned.

"You can't move out Hun. You need to stay. Who will I cook for? Who will help me clean and talk to me when I'm bored?" This time it was my turn to frown. Mom always freaked out when I mention moving away from her.

"I'm twenty-three mom and you're married. Ask dad to stay home more. Seriously, I can't live with you forever." I half snapped at her and felt bad. It seemed to work though, she sighed and closed her eyes.

"Yeah I guess you're right. Go on get back to Jane you don't keep her waiting, its getting late." She was right it was almost five and I was hungry. I half jogged, half ran back to Jane's since it was getting dark. She claimed she liked to sleep in and I was looking forward to sleeping in since tomorrow was Saturday. I opened the door silently and listened carefully and figured she was in the kitchen. I crept silently towards the doorway to the kitchen and saw she had empty hands but was watching the oven. I ran into the kitchen fast as I could and wrapped my arms around her waist and picked her up and ran towards the front door. She screamed and punched me surprisingly hard and I set her down gently in the living room and laughed way too hard. She punched me again, softer this time.

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