I think I just died. I had this all typed up, then my computer reloaded the page for unknown reasons, and I LOST IT ALL. I have to retype. sorry. hope you enjoy and please review.
The first few weeks were us just getting settled in. we acted as usual for the most part. until one morning.
the sun shone through the French doors off the library. I stretched, and yawned. I must have fallen asleep in the chair while reading. the doors overlooked the orchard, ripe with early oranges. I breathed in their citrus scent, and decided I wanted one.
I walked out in the orchard at a strolling, slow, sleepy pace. using my thin pajama sweater as a kind of basket/bag, I picked some of the good ones. when I arrived back at the house, another scent caught my attention. I followed the acrid smell to the kitchen. The closer I got, the harder it got to breathe. Finally, I reached the kitchen.
"Harrison! Wh-what's going on?" I coughed. Smoke filled the room, I covered my mouth and nose, coughing. I located the cause. a pan on the stove. I used a wet towel as a guard, I grabbed it and threw it into the sink, turning the cold water on. Steam mixed with smoke as I opened the windows and fanned it out. I switched off the stove and turned to Harrison impatiently.
"What. Was. That?" I asked. "I was... It has been a long time... I never really knew... I wanted to do something nice for you..." he stammered. I hadn't seen him like this. I couldn't help but smile. "Harrison... you were trying to cook me breakfast?" I asked, examining the charred remains of whatever it was he had tried to cook. it resembled pancake. I laughed. "I appreciate the thought, but why don't I show you how its done. hm?" I asked. he agreed quickly, embarrassed. I washed everything off, and made more batter. "Watch and learn." I said, turning the stove back on, and pouring the batter into a perfect circle with expert precision.
I brought a plate of pancakes and set them down on the table, steaming. I set the table, and put down a bowl of the oranges I had picked earlier. the others I had used to make orange juice, and to make orange Julius. "So, take any notes?" I joked. He laughed.
Later, he found me in the orchard, again. I was out further than I had wandered this morning. I must have fallen asleep again, resting up against a trunk. "Kida... Kida... Wake up." came a deep voice that stirred me from my sleep. I opened my eyes to the burnt gold of sunset and the beam of his smile. I liked this smile. this one didn't seem to belong to him. it was bright, and open, and friendly and kind...and...no. not going near there. but though it didn't seem to fit, it was stunning nonetheless. " Up with you." he said, holding out his hand. I took it.
it got dark quickly. I departed from him to the kitchen, got pop corn, and went to my room. Just as I was about to hit play on the movie I put in, a knock came on my door. "Yes?" "May I come in?" " Yeah, sure..." I said.
he came in and observed the scene. "Am I interrupting?" he asked. "No. No. now, what'd you want?" I asked. "I...uh...I simply wished to be in your company, for a little while. if you did not mind?" this surprised me, but I nodded. "I was about to watch a movie..." "What movie?" "Les Miserables. 2012 version." I said. it was an old movie, yet one of my favorites. "May I join you? I am unfamiliar with the movie." he said. "Sure." I said. he sat down on the ground, his back to the foot of my bed. I laid down on my stomach, facing the tv. I set the pop corn down between us and hit play. he seemed surprised when they started singing. I sang along, quietly and under my breath, word for word, not missing a beat.
at the end of the movie, I leaned over the edge to gauge his reaction. "So, what do you think of it?" I asked. he thought for a bit. "I liked it. they did an excellent job and told the story well." he said. I smiled. "I liked how they fought for their beliefs, even to the death." he added. "Mm. I don't like Cosettte. the blonde." "why?" "She seems spoiled. most of that was done for her. I just don't like her. she stole Ebony's man." I said, shaking my head. he laughed. We switched from movie to tv, but we were both too busy to watch any of it. we were discussing the mentality of the movie. it felt great. I hadn't had such a debate partner in years, if ever. it was a great relief for me.
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