Paul and I took all my stuff to his apartment which kind of looked like my old one. The living room was pretty bare, the kitchen was small and cramped but stocked, the bathroom was plain, and the bedrooms were all facing the road. I chuckled at the conclusion but I kept my thoughts to myself. Paul opened up another door and told me that would be my room for now. I smiled in thanks and started lugging my things into the room. I got to unpack my suitcases finally and sir out my clothes, everything fit perfectly in the dresser. I lined my shoes up on top of the dresser just to get them out of the way. I hid the bags and suitcases in the closet so they wouldn't be seen either. I put my bag of toiletires on my nightstand and flopped down on the new bed. I sunk in like I should on a really old matress. I smiled and got back up to open my door to see Paul in the kitchen making me apples and peanut butter.
"I wasn't sure what you could eat so I went safe," he said making me jump. He turned around and chuckled at my fear.
"Sorry i could alwayss tell when someone else was in the room," he shrugged but I just laughed with him and sat at the bar stools. He slid the plate in front of me and pulled out a sub from the fridge. I tried not to think about the huge meal he just ate at Emilys and focused on feeding the monster in my stomach.
"So...why vegan?" He asked with pure curosity in his voice. I chuckled at the same question I get asked by every guy.
"It was on my bucket list to be vegan for a year but then I liked the way I felt on it so I stuck to it," I told him simply and chowed down on the apples skipping the peanut buttter. I was never really a fan of peanut butter whether I could eat it or not.
"Ok another question, why were you heading to Seattle?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I lived in Texas my entire life, I have never been out of my small honetown. I worked everyday since the age of fourteen and I'm twenty-one now...thats just to long. So I decided to travel like my brother," I told him truthfully feeling like I could tell him anything. But I wouldn't. I didn't know anything about this man other then he was good looking, he was letting me stay at his place, and the fact that he's fixing my car.
"You do not look twenty-one," he told me with wide eyes. I laughed at his expression and pulled my lisense out of my front pocket, I held it up for him to see and he busted out laughing.
"Your just to short to be that old...really...4'10," he winked at me and took the ID from me.
"This looked nothing like you," he said as he compared the girl in the picture to me. The girl in my photo has short brown hair and the girl in front of him has long multicolored hair.
"It was taken when I was seventeen so," I shrugged my shoulders and thats when he started firing off more questions.
"How old is your brother? How long is your bucket list? Why do you want to go to Seattle? What do you do for a living? Whats Texas like? What was your childhood like? What were you living like before? Is your height the reason you have such a small car? Why-" I started waving my hands making him stop and let me think of answers to those questions. I tapped my chin and started firing answers back.
"He's 20, I have over 200 items on my list, I wanted the worlds best black coffee...or smell it at least, I worked at a Applebee's in Texas...pathetic right? Texas is hot and humid but nice and pretty, my childhood was...different, I was living in an apartment like this, yes thats why my car is small," I finished the questions with a smile and waited for him to process everything. But when he took to long it was my turn.
"How old are you? Do you have any siblings? Is La Push your hometown? Why are you so tall? How tall are you exactly anyways? What kind of car do you drive? What do you do for a living? Whats La Push like? What was your childhood like?" I stopped and waited for him to answer my questions like I did for him. He nodded knowing he had to and sat on the other side of the counter as I walked into the kitchen and hopped up across from him.
"I'm 23, I have no siblings other then the guys you saw earlier, yes it is, genetics, I'm 6'7, I have a 68' Lincoln Town car, I'm kind of like a cop and I work at the market with Emily and the guys, La Push is laid back, and my childhood was normal," he told me never taking his eyes off of me. I nodded and looked at the ceiling. He opened his mouth to ask something else but I was done for the night.
"I'm gonna go back to sleep so I'll see you in the morning," I said as I jumped down off the counter as soon as he did and was sandwiched between him and the counter. I blushed and scotted my way out and towards my room.
"Thank you again," I told him as I shut my door and turned my lights off and sat in my bed for hours thinking about how we were so close and I didn't do anything but leave the room.