Soup isn't hard to make. Jamey threw the broth, noodles and all the other ingredients together in a small pot and set it on the big stove.
“So,” Jamey started. “What ya wanna do?”
I leaned back on the counter. “I don’t know, what do you want to do?”
“Well I wish I could be like you and just walk in to wherever and make someone cook for me, but I don't have that privilege.”
“Well I could order everything on the menu.” I joked.
“Ok, yah, fine, I’ll stop complaining.”
We sat and ate the soup in the quiet, empty, restaurant. It was ok soup, But it was under seasoned and some of the noodles were a bit chuie because Jamey didn't stir them good.
“Good soup.” I tried to make conversation.
“Its ok I guess.” She stirred her soup barlie eating it. “Ya get sick of it after smelling it, cooking it, and eating it every day.”
I could tell this from a mile away. “Ok. Whats wrong?”
“What?” She looked more shocked then she did confused. “Nothings wrong.”
“Lies. I can tell by the way you sit that you're upset.” I looked over Jamey again. Hunched over, leaning on arm, looking more down than up. I have been around people enuff to know what sadness looks like. This was it.
Jamey sat up more and looked like she was forcing her back to be strate. “I'm not sitting funny!”
“Well now you really are.” I looked at the bord of a girl sitting stiff in front of me. “You are popular, but you're not stuck up.”
“Ok. Fine, you got me.” She fell into her arms and sat with her head down. “What do you cair?”
I put my hand on her shoulder and told her the flat out truth. “I can't stand to see a cute girl upset.”
She sat up and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. “You really think I'm cute?”
“Yah. Why is that bad?” I was playing along now. “Because I could lie and call you ugly.”
“No, its just that no one ever told me that befor.”
“What about Jonathan?”
Jonathan is Jamey’s boy friend. He also is on the football and basketball team. They are a great match for each other.
Or so I thought.
“Well, thats why I'm upset.” Jamey almost cried. “He. He.” She broke down. “He cheated on me with some cheer squad bitch!”
I moved seats and sat with her. “The scum bag doesn't deserve you then! You're beautiful and you deserve better.”
“Like you?” Her tear filled blue eyes glared back at mine and looked almost like diamonds.
“I'm not better.”
She leaned on my chest and put a hand on my heart. “Yes you are.”
I stroked her soft blond hair. “Tell me about what happened.”
“Well, I got some texts from some friends that he was cheating on me. So I asked him. When he texted me he said he was.” She buried her face in my shirt. “He said she is better.”
“When did this happen?”
“This morning.” She told me.
“Do you need any help getting threw the first day?” I asked. “Because I'm homeless so staying to help you takes care of both of our problems.”
