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On My Mind
Chapter 2
Amber was rudely awoken the next morning by pounding on her door. Her eyes opened slowly and she rubbed her eyes so they adjusted to the light. She looked around and saw that she fell asleep in her living room. It was still pretty empty aside from her small TV that was resting on a box, and still on, a couch and a small side table, which was currently occupied by a half eaten medium sized pizza box. She sat up slowly and stepped forward, turning the TV off and closed the pizza box. The knocking started again and she rolled her eyes. "One second." She yelled. She walked to the door and opened it carefully, scared who might be on the other side.
"Hey neighbor." John said cheerfully.
"Hi." Amber said appalled. She couldn't believe she looked like shit in front of her new neighbor. Talk about making a bad second impression. "What time is it?" She asked rubbing her eyes.
"It's 11 o' clock sleeping beauty. Its time to wake up." He said gently pushing the door open further and walked in.
"What are you? The wake up Nazi?" She asked slightly joking. "I hope you don't do this every morning otherwise I might as well stop unloading and pack everything back into my car and move somewhere else."
"Haha. No, I don't do this every morning. I told you I'd help you. I originally planned on coming over earlier but I thought, you probably had a long night unloading boxes and unpacking, so I figured you were asleep. But, I'm hoping we'll finish soon and maybe we can go out to lunch and I can maybe show you around." John explained happily. Amber stared at him for a second.
"How can someone be so cheerful this early?" She asked rhetorically.
"Its nearly the afternoon." He said.
"Nearly, but not quite there." She said backing up towards her room. "I'll change. You can wait for me or start. Whatever you want." She said closing the door behind her. She turned to her room and panicked. She liked to make good impressions on people and all her good clothes were all wrinkled from the trip over. Amber has this thing about folding clothes, she doesn't do it. She searched through her clothes and laid an outfit out on her bed. Just as she was about to undress she ran a hand through her hair and made a disgusted face. It was all greasy. She made an executive decision to take a quick shower. She was in and out of the shower in ten minutes which was practically a world record for her. She scrunched her hair to make it dry faster, she never blow dried her hair unless she needed to because it usually got frizzy. Once her hair was scrunched, she grabbed her clothes and put them on. Her outfit consisted of light wash jeans with rips in the knees and thigh and a lime green halter top under a navy off the shoulder, cotton long sleeve shirt. She walked out of her room and passed her living room on the way out the door and saw that more than half of the boxes that were abandoned in her car last night were sitting in stacks. She walked out the door and saw John lifting more boxes and turn to face her, offering her smile that she returned.
"You didn't have to do all this." She said watching him set them back down.
"I don't mind. Besides, I waited for you for a few minutes, then I heard the shower run. I knew you'd be in there for a while so I thought I should get started, otherwise we'd be here forever." He said walking next to her for the next load.
"Well, thanks. I really appreciate it." She said lifting a box into her arms and admired how he piled three and walked into the house, clearly unphased by all the weight he was carrying. She shook her head in disbelief and followed him in, stacking her box on his.
Forty-five minutes later, all the boxes were unloaded, and in their appropriate room.
"Thanks a lot John, if you didn't help me, I would be on my fourth break and have only four boxes in the house." She said staring up at him, taking a sip of her water.
"Hey, like I said earlier. Its no problem. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be." He said with a smile. "So how about lunch?" He asked setting down his glass.
"Sounds good. I'm just gonna go use the bathroom first." She said making her way into the bathroom. Once she was in there, she applied her makeup and did her business before making her way back out, grabbing her purse. She saw John watching a football game on her TV, munching on her leftover pizza. "Don't tell me you can't wait until we get leave the house to eat. Eating my leftovers, I cannot believe it." She said in mock anger, with her hands on her hips.
"Well you take forever when your in the bathroom. You can never go in it when you are with me. New rule." He said as they made their way out of her house. She locked the door behind her and she followed him.
"I don't take that long." She said and stopped by her car and watched him keep walking in confusion. "Uh, hello? Where are you going?"
"Please, I will not be seen in a piece of junk like that. We'll take my car." He said pointing to his Ram 3500.
"Junk? This car has been through everything with me. If any thing it is a prized possession." She said but made her way to his truck anyways.
"Oh please." John said hopping into the drivers seat, waiting for her to follow his lead. Finally after staring at each other through the passenger side window, she opened the door and climbed in. "Prepare for the ride of your life. This is my baby." He said.
"I'll never get why guys call cars their babies, or name it or even refer to it as 'she'." She said clicking her seat belt.
"Yeah. And you women refer to your cars as 'prized possessions'. Give me a break." He said jokingly and backed out of his drive way, driving at a reasonable speed for a neighborhood.
"So John, what do you do?" She asked making conversation.
"I'm a professional wrestler." He said, turning onto a street.
"Really?" She asked surprised. "I knew you looked familiar but I thought maybe you were like an extra in a movie or something."
"So why are you here? Don't wrestlers travel?" She asked curiously after a moment of silence.
"I'm on the injured list. Nearly broke my neck lifting one of the big guys." He explained as they pulled into a small restaurant.
"Whoa. That's something." She said amazed as she vacated the vehicle. They walked into the restaurant and smiled when there was no line and they were immediately seated.
"So you know what I do, what do you do?" He asked after the hostess left them.
"Well, I'm going to be a secretary. I have my first day on Wednesday." She said before opening her menu.
"Oh really? For where?" He asked.
"Um, actually, to be completely honest. I don't know. My friend got me the job and I haven't had a chance to talk to her about it." She said with a laugh, closing her menu, already knowing what she wanted. John just smiled at her with no reply. The waitress came and took their drink and lunch orders, before leaving them alone.
"So Where did you say you moved here from?" John asked her.
"San Francisco." She answered with a smile thinking of her hometown.
"Really? Do you miss it?" He asked.
"Of course. I lived there my whole life. But I had to move, the city just wasn't cooperating me anymore. And there were too many bad memories." She said playing with some sugar packets.
"I'm sorry about that." He said not making her share if she didn't want to.
"Don't be. If I hadn't moved, I never would have met you, and I never would have all those boxes unloaded." She said with a smile.
"Is that all I am to you?" He asked. "Cheap labor?"
"Yes." She said sarcastically. They both laughed and continued their banter all through lunch. When they were done John tried to pay but Amber insisted that this was her way of returning the favor of him helping her. They made light conversation on the way back home and when they arrived, they both went to their separate homes.
"Are you sure you don't want to come over?" John asked as they pulled into his driveway.
"No. I would love to. But I have a whole lot of unpacking to do and I just want to get it over with." She said climbing out of the truck.
"Well, what if I made you dinner tonight?" He suggested as they stood by the bed of his truck.
"I don't know. I really have to finish it." She said regretfully.
"You're going to have to eat sometime." He said reasonably and she knew he was right.
"What time should I come over?" She asked.
"How about seven?" He asked, pulling a time out of his hat.
"Sounds good. Should I bring anything?" She asked walking backwards slowly to her driveway.
"Just yourself." He said as she nodded.
"Alright. See you soon." She said turning around and made her way up her driveway and into her house, wondering what kind of dinner this was going to be. An interesting one she suspected.
A/N: Wow. i am on a roll today. updated two stories in one day? thats unheard of for me. Anyways. hope you liked this chapter. Review and tell me what you think.