DARK

NAPKINS

-DAY 4-

I used my fork to move the pile of bananas around my plate. They slowly turned from a semi-solid figure to a collection of liquid mush. Yesterday was intense, and there were not many words to describe it. Connor and I had fallen asleep after hours of talking. We talked about so much that it now felt like a blur in my mind. Connor was sitting across from me, also staring at his food. I couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking about the kiss. Did he regret it? A couple more kisses were shared last night, followed by cuddling and laughing. If there was any regret, it was new because there were no signs of it last night. I also thought about how good the kiss was and how I wanted more. I wanted to go and sit beside him and put my head on his shoulder.

I looked back at my food and rest my face on my hand that was propped up by my elbow. I continued to poke at my food, wondering if Connor wanted to even talk to me. I racked my brain with things to say, but there was nothing. The bad thing about being here was that we had no space from each other to think. If he did regret the kiss, he had no space away from me to decide that. I was everywhere he was. Perhaps I needed space too, but the only thing on my mind was what Connor needs. Everything revolved around him right now, and I hated myself for being so invested. I was so caught up in the feelings of good that I was barely thinking of the negatives.

I swallowed a mouthful of what I assumed was toast, and again glanced up at Connor. I had to say something, anything. I bit my lip and went through everything I could say in my mind. Nothing felt like the right thing. I opened my mouth to talk, but no words came out. Suddenly Connor's eyes connected with mine, and I dropped my fork. I let out a small cough and covered my mouth. He smiled at me and shook his head.

"You're staring," Connor observed.

"I was daydreaming," I lied.

"Well, for someone who was daydreaming, you were sure surprised when I looked at you," Connor said. A smirk was plastered on his face, which was, in all honesty, adorable.

"It brought me out of my daydream," I said. I couldn't admit to Connor that I was staring at him the entire time.

"This food is terrible when it arrives, but somehow you've made the bananas look even worse," Connor said. His fork was pointed at my plate.I glanced down and stared at the pale yellow pile on my plate.

I made a sour face and looked back up at Connor. "I mean if I'm not going to eat it, I might play with it,"

"Are you not hungry?" Connor questioned.

"I'm always hungry. This food doesn't exactly hit the spot," I said as I let out a little laugh.

Connor smiled. "You aren't wrong there. You should at least finish the toast though,"

"Oh, I will. Right after I pick off the blue and black spots," I said. I poked the infected areas with my fork, which caused Connor to laugh a little.

"Maybe we should really try and ask Red about the grocery idea. What's the worst that could happen?"

"Well, he could say no or poison our food, and we'd die in our sleep," I joked.

"You think the poison could kill us? This food is already poison enough as it is. We spent one day here in the bathroom. We took turns throwing up!" Connor laughed.

"I mean that's food poisoning. Red could do so much better. He could put us through hell if he wanted," I replied.

"I think he already has," Connor said. His face fell flat, and he slouched back in his chair.

"Hey, don't worry. We'll get out of here," I said. I reached my hand out, and Connor looked at it for a moment before linking his fingers with mine.