Yapper

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After we finished eating Jack took our bowls into the kitchen. He came back out with two beers and offered one to me which I gladly accepted. A little alcohol might cut some of the tension in this room. “I wouldn’t have taken you for a beer drinker” he says “I’m more of a White Claw kind of girl but I don’t mind a beer.” I say He lets out another small laugh. “How long have you lived here?” I ask “Only a couple years” he says “Do you like it here?” I ask “If I didn’t I wouldn’t be here” he says I start shaking my leg to help my nerves because it’s pretty obvious he’s not interested in talking to me so why can’t I just shut up?! “I’m sorry if I seem rude, I’m not really used to company” he says “Really? I figured a guy that looks like you would have a lot of company” I say and immediately regret it because I put so much emphasis on ‘a lot’ “What does that mean exactly?” He says raising his eyebrow “Well, I just.. I just mean, you know, your umm.. easy on the eyes” I say taking a long swig of my beer “Thanks” he says with a small chuckle Relief washes over me but my cheeks are burning red. I drain the rest of my beer, I don’t know why I thought that would be a good idea because I talk even more with alcohol in my system. “I got really drunk last night, that’s why I was running late and got stuck in the snow because I over slept but I’m 21, isn’t getting drunk with my friends what I’m supposed to be doing?” I say “I guess so” he says “I definitely didn’t think I would be drinking with a stranger in his cabin tonight. Jesus, I am one of those girls that gets murdered in the horror movies.” I say putting my hand on my face “Believe me, if someone took you to murder you they would bring you back” he says with a small laugh “That’s what my mom used to always tell me” I say “Do you want another beer?” He asks “If your fine with hearing me yap then I will take another” I say smiling at him I think he I saw him roll his eyes again but when he comes back from the kitchen he has two beers. He hands me one when I take it my hand rubs across his and he pulls back. He sits down on the other end of the couch both of us ignoring the encounter we just had. “I honestly can’t believe you don’t have TV” I say “TV rots your brain” he says “So does boredom” I retort and I see him smile “You kids and your electronics” he says “Us kids? How old are you exactly?” I ask “32” he says “Wow. You are not that much older than me, definitely not old enough to call me a kid and definitely not old enough to not have a TV” I say He drops his head on the back of the couch and chuckles. “It’s starting to get late, you can take the bed and I’ll take the couch” he says “No you’ve already helped me so much the least I can do is take the couch I really don’t mind” I say “Suite yourself” he says He goes into his room and brings out a pillow and some blankets. He also brings a book. “Hopefully this will keep you entertained” he says handing me what’s in his hands I make myself comfortable on the couch. It’s actually really nice with the fire going. The book he gave me was an Edgar Allan Poe book with all of his stories in it. He had paid attention to the fact I love horror, that was sweet of him I think to myself and it brings a smile to my face.
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