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On My Mind
Chapter 5
Amber and John had been watching the same video for about ten minutes when he got up, leaving Amber to figure out what was going on all on her own. There was a move John did on this other wrestler, Kurt Angle John said, that confused her and she tilted her head, trying to understand what had just happened. Suddenly she heard nails walking on the hard wood floor at a high speed and that grabbed her attention. She turned her head just in time to be joined on the couch by a huge black lab. Her face instantly twisted up into a smile as she petted and rubbed him.
"Hey there." She said happily. The dog groaned happily when she rubbed his belly. "What's your name?"
"Butch." John answered, taking his seat next to Butch, who was now in the middle of the two.
"Butch, you are so cute." She said kissing the top of his head then turned her attention to John, beaming. "I didn't know you had a dog." He smiled.
"Oh yeah. I have a dog." He said then a light bulb went off in his head. "But you don't have to worry about him making too much noise or anything. He's a good dog."
"Oh don't worry about me. I love dogs. It kills me when people call the cops when their neighbors dog is barking too much. They can't help it." She said then rubbed Butch' ears. "Isn't that right." She said in a baby voice. "You can't help it." Amber continued playing with Butch as John continued watching his match. A few minutes later the washing machine buzzed signaling the end of the load. John stood up but Amber put her hands up.
"I'm going to try this one on my own." She said with a smile, already walking to the room. She transferred her clothes to the dyer and started another load in the washer. Once the washer began, she turned her attention to the dryer and tried really hard to figure out how to start it.
"Need help?" John asked from the doorway.
"Holy shit!" Amber exclaimed with her hand over her heart. She turned and saw him trying not to laugh. "Oh my god. You scared me." John stepped forward and turned a couple knobs and pressed a button and the dryer hummed to life.
"Sorry about that." He said as they left the room, as they walked past the TV, Amber smiled at the dog cause he looked so peaceful just lying there.
"Oh its ok. I just didn't see you. Sorry I screamed. Thanks for helping me out." She said as they walked into the kitchen. Amber took a seat on the bar stool she had the night before. John just smiled and set a bottle of water in front of her, twisting the cap off his own.
"You hungry?" He asked.
"Depends." I said leaning forward with a grin. "What do you have?"
"Well I was going to make myself a sandwich." He said with a grin.
"Sounds good. Need any help?" She replied as he pulled out hoagies, cheese, mayonnaise, lunch meats, pretty much everything you could possibly want on a sandwich. "I take it you make sandwiches often." I said leaning against the counter where I was now standing.
"Absolutely. And no, I don't need help." He said slapping my hand away when I went to grab a piece of roast beef that I was going to eat. He sliced the two hoagies in half and spread mayonnaise on one of them. "What would you like?" He asked
"Well I could do it if you want." I said, slyly grabbing a piece of roast beef and smiled smugly when I got it into my mouth without him noticing.
"I take it you'll have roast beef." He said sarcastically, putting cheese and turkey on his bread.
"I'll have what you have. But no turkey, Roast beef." I said with a laugh. He was almost done with his sandwich when the phone rang. He groaned loudly and muttered a 'are you kidding' and reluctantly walked to the phone. He stood in the same position for a few seconds before turning to me and holding up a finger and walked out the back door to the backyard. I watched him for a little before I decided I might as well finish the sandwiches. I put everything else on his and started my own. He came in when I just had a few toppings to add, he was beaming and I looked at him with a smile.
"Good news?" I asked as I ripped off a paper towel and put his sandwich on it, handing it to him.
"Yeah. Great news." He said then took a bite out of his sandwich. "You didn't have to finish it." He said pointing to his sandwich.
"I wanted to." I said as I grabbed my own sandwich wrapped in paper towel and sat on the couch next to him. Butch was immediately up, smelling the food, but John told him to sit and he complied. "So what's this big news?" I asked biting into my sandwich.
"Well that was my friend and he got some time off work. He's going to come stay with me on Monday for a while." He said finishing his sandwich already.
"Oh that's great. When's the last time you saw him?" I asked barely even beginning my sandwich.
"I think about 2 months ago." He said standing up and throwing his trash away. We sat in a comfortable silence with the only noise being the TV. I finished my food and threw it away and on my way back to my seat I heard the dryer beep. I dragged myself into the washer/dryer room and took my clothes out and into the box I brought them over in and transferred my clothes in the washer to the dryer. Once I started the dryer, I sat on the floor and started folding my clothes. I guess I had been gone for a while and John showed up at the doorway.
"What are you doing?" He asked amused, leaning against the doorframe. I looked at him confused.
"Folding my clothes." I said gesturing to my piles.
"Why in here?" He asked. I shrugged not really knowing why. "Well, come on." He said grabbing the box. I followed him, carrying the clothes I had already folded.
"Where are we going?" I asked. He stopped at the couch and sat on the floor in front of it, leaning his back on the couch. I laughed and sat down next to him and pulled the box between us.
"I'll help you." He said grabbing a t-shirt from the box. I grabbed his wrist stopping him from folding it.
"No no. I got it." I said my face turning red, thinking of everything in the box.
"No I don't mind helping." He said putting his hand on my wrist putting it on my lap. I tried not to shiver at his touch. He saw my blush and smiled in recognition. "Come on Amber, its nothing I haven't seen before." He said reaching into the box, bringing out a black lace bra. He held it up to his chest and looked at it, scrutinizing it. "Think its my size?" He asked and I giggled. My giggle turned into a full out laughing spasm and at that moment decided to let him help me, it was no big deal right? Its just underwear, everyone has it.
A/N: I suck at updating. that is more than clear. but i hope you guys liked this chapter. let me know what you thought.