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Chapter Three:
Dinner and a Movie
6's P.O.V.
"Just do what I do and you'll be fine…"
I followed her advice as well as I could: When she lifted her spoon to eat, I watched her and then did the same.
I lifted the spoon carefully to my mouth and stuck it in.
HOT!
It felt like my mouth was burning on fire! I grabbed my glass and took a big drink of the cool liquid inside, vaguely aware of someone laughing at me.
I slammed the glass back on the table and panted. "Hot! Very hot!"
I looked around the table. Elise and Tommy, across the table from me, were laughing; Rick, seated at one end, seemed to not have noticed; and Eliza, sitting on my left, was looking at me with pity.
"Elise, stop laughing at our guest. You too Thomas. We're supposed to set a good example for the girls." Rick said, not looking up from the paper he was reading.
It was silent for a few minutes while everyone ate their soup. It was good soup. Eliza is good at making soup.
"So how was school today?" Rick asked suddenly. "Didn't you have a Math test today? How did you both do?"
Eliza straightened up in her chair, but Elise sunk lower in hers.
"I studied all night last night and got an A+!" I stared at her.
Why is she so happy about a letter and a symbol?
Rick smiled at her. "Good job. What about you, Elise?" Everyone turned to look at the other girl, who slumped down even farther in her chair.
"You failed again, didn't you?" Rick sighed and leaned back in his chair, as tough this had happened before. "Elise, how do you expect to get into a good school if you can't keep your grades up, hm?" He raised an eyebrow at her. This caused her to sit up as straight as Eliza and cross her arms.
"Maybe I don't want to go to college. Ya ever think of that?" She gave Rick a glare that reminded me of my sister.
"We've been over this. Mom wanted you two to get as good of an education as possible, so-"
"I don't care what mum wanted, we're talkin' 'bout what I want. And I don't want to go to an Ivy League school." This was starting to remind me of when 1 and 7 would fight before she left.
Eliza suddenly grabbed my arm and stood up, pulling me up with her. Unnoticed, she pulled me from the room and into a different one, turning on a light and closing the door behind us.
This room had dark brown walls and wood flooring, and no windows. There was a large, flat, black rectangle hanging from one of the walls. Directly across from that was a couch that was longer than the in the living room.
I watched as Eliza went over to some selves that held skinny yet colorful rectangles.
…
Eliza's P.O.V.
I dragged 6 to what I called the 'Movie Lounge' as my brother and twin started an argument I'd heard too many times to count.
Why can't he see that she's not like him?
I pulled him into the soundproof room, flicking on the overhead light and closing the door. I let out a sigh as 6 looked around the room in wonder.
I walked to the D.V.D. and BluRay selves, intent on distracting myself from the argument in the dining room. I started with the numbered titles, but stopped in an instant.
Hmm. What about…
My eyes widened when I saw the movie. I'd seen it more times then I could count.
Shit!
Checking to make sure he wasn't watching (he was staring at his reflection in the T.V.), I snatched my favorite movie from its spot and hid it swiftly in the space between the self and the floor. I straightened back up, grabbing a random BluRay as I did so.
I glanced at the title and walked over to 6.
"6?" I tapped his shoulder and presented the movie to him when he turned around. "Do you want to watch a movie?"
He looked at the case curiously. "What's a m-movie?"
"Go sit down, and I'll show you, okay?" I gestured behind me. He nodded and went to sit in a corner of the couch while I placed 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' into the BluRay player.
I grabbed the remote and turned on the T.V., going over and turning off the light at the same time. With my way lit up by the main menu of the movie, I went and sat in the corner that 6 wasn't occupying.
I sat down with my side to the the back of the couch, and brought my knees up to my chest, the way I always sat on the couch, and pressed play.
…
It was at the part where their 'making Christmas'. As I watched the characters screw up my favorite holiday, I glanced over at 6. He was laying on his back, asleep.
I guess he's really tired…
I stifled a sudden yawn.
And so am I…
6 was taking up most of the long couch, so I laid myself out on the two cushions he wasn't on, turning off the movie and closing my eyes.
Not five minutes had passed before I felt 6 moving around. I felt hands lift me under my arms and pull me forward, so that my head was resting on 6's chest. I felt my face turn a deep red as he started stroking my hair.
I sifted into a more comfortable position, hoping no body would walk in on us.
He stopped stroking and wrapped his arms around me instead. "I really missed you, 10."
I nuzzled his chest and breathed in his scent.
He still smells like ink and parchment.
"I missed you too, 6."
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