Post by HburgEagle44 on Jul 9, 2011 2:02:01 GMT -5
Okay, I have no idea what kind of sandwich Damian made....use your imaginations
The day passed much like the day before. People came over to meet ‘the boyfriend;’ we walked around town, and just hung out in general. It was quieter than the day before, thank goodness, but we were still busy enough. And Keith didn’t call.
I went upstairs at ten o’ clock that night, feeling relaxed and happy. Damian was sitting on the loveseat, watching a movie. I settled next to him. “The A-Team?”
He nodded, chewing on his popcorn. I wondered if he had made it himself, but decided not to ask. “It’s a great movie.”
“Yes, it is. Where did you get it?”
“Um...I’m on Netflix.” He looked at me sheepishly. “Am I in trouble?” he asked, trying to make a joke.
I’m sure my eyes twinkled mischievously. “Oh my goodness, you do realize we have to pay when you get on Netflix on the Xbox, right? I cannot believe this!”
“Okay, stop that! You’re joking, right?” his eyes begged me to be joking.
About twenty different responses went through my mind, but I chose the easy one. “Yes, I am,” I said, laughing.
He punched me in the arm. “You had me scared there for a moment.”
I pushed him off the couch ‘accidently,’ causing a loud thud. “Whoops.”
He looked at the popcorn spilled everywhere. “Wow, way to knock me off!” he yelled jokingly.
“Hey, be quiet! You just keep being loud tonight! First you pop popcorn loudly, then you fall loudly, then you yell at me!”
“I did not fall loudly on purpose! That’s your fault!”
“No, I didn’t do it!”
“You were loud, and you know it.”
“I was not! You were the one that made the thump when you fell.”
“Because you pushed me.”
“But it was still you falling. Not me.”
“But you were loud. You caused me to fall and that made a loud noise. So it’s your fault, yes? You were...emotionally? loud.”
“That makes no sense!” I yelled, laughing.
Mom came up the stairs. She surveyed the mess and tried not to laugh. “What were you two doing? Damian, you’re being too loud. Jeffrey and Rachelle are trying to sleep.”
Damian’s mouth hung open. “But, Debbie, it wasn’t me that—”
She held up a hand. “No excuses. You were obviously the one at fault here. Besides, Jenny is my perfect little angel.” Her eyes twinkled. “So pick this up and be quieter. I’m going to bed, good night! Oh, and turn the movie down, please.”
She walked back downstairs and Damian turned to glare at me. “Now you’ve gone and made your mom believe that I’m a loud kid who makes messes everywhere.”
I struggled to keep from cracking up. “Well, she believes that you’re a good kid. That’s all that you need to know.”
“Well, gee, thanks!” he said sarcastically. He paused. “Did we really just have a mini argument about who was being louder?”
I nodded. “We did. And I won.”
“You did not!” He lunged at me and started tickling me without mercy. I shrieked with laughter and tried to keep it down.
“Damian!” I finally managed to gasp out. “I—can’t—breathe! And people—are trying—to sleep!”
He instantly stopped. “Whoops, to copy your words...”
“Thank you,” I said breathlessly. “Let’s just watch the movie, huh?”
He nodded and got back on the loveseat. “Wow, just look at that mess.”
“Yep. You’re cleaning that up.” I grabbed his popcorn bowl and ate what was left of the popcorn as Damian wandered around, looking for a vacuum cleaner. I finally took pity on him and told him to wait for the next day, since the vacuum cleaner was too loud to run at night.
“Do you have ants?” he asked, sinking into the loveseat.
“No,” I responded. “We’re really lucky.”
He looked mournfully at the empty bowl and sighed. “I’m tired.”
“Just watch the movie.”
We finished the movie and Damian turned it off. “I love that movie.”
“It’s very...much a man movie, isn’t it?” I said, laughing. “I like it too.”
“So? I can watch man movies, can’t I?” His eyes were twinkling in amusement.
“No.”
He stared at me in astonishment. “Did you just say—wow. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. I’m tired. Good night, Damian.”
He grinned. “Do you want to take the bowl downstairs? I don’t want to.” He leaned forward as if to tell me a secret. “It’s dark down there.”
“Oh, poor baby, are you scared of the dark? You can take it!” I smiled brightly at him. “Now, I’m about to fall over from exhaustion, so I’m really going to bed.”
“Okay.” He leaned over and kissed me. “I will see you in the morning, beautiful.”
I flushed and smiled. “Good night.” I went to bed and smiled as I heard him walk downstairs with the bowl.
The next morning, I slowly woke up to the sound of someone singing. I opened my eyes just a bit and saw someone sitting at the edge of my bed. I reacted and swung my arm.
“Whoa!” Damian exclaimed, holding his shoulder. “I was singing to you! What was that for?”
“Sorry, sorry! It just scared me!” I looked at Rachelle’s bed. “Where is she?”
“Doesn’t she have marching band today?”
“No, that was just a prep thing. Camp starts in about a week.”
“Anyways, your mom made pancakes today and told me to come wake you up. I didn’t realize you were so violent, though!” he teased me. “Come on, get up.”
I groaned and rolled over. “What time is it?” I asked into my pillow.
“Nine. Come on, you know you want pancakes. Get up.”
I turned back over. “Fine, fine. I’ll get up. But not for you. It’s because I really am hungry.” I got out of bed. “Let’s go.”
We walked downstairs and I realized that I really was hungry. “Good morning!” I called to my mom, who was standing at the stove, flipping a pancake.
“Good morning!” she replied happily. “How are you?”
“Good.” I took a pancake from her plate. “Thanks.” I started to make my pancake worth eating.
“Were you good to Damian when he woke you up?”
I grinned at Damian. “Was I good to you?”
“Well, other than I might have a permanent bruise where she hit me arm, ya, she was good to me.”
“Jenny!” Mom said, laughing. “You hit him? Good for you!”
Damian shook his head. “You know, Americans are really weird...” he helped himself to a pancake.
“You think Americans are really weird? Just wait until you meet Colombians.” Mom was grinning and I groaned.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Damian asked.
“Well, we had an exchange student four years ago who was kinda crazy. She was Colombian. Those Latinos are really something else.” Mom winked at him.
“Oh, you had an exchange student?” Damian looked interested.
“Yes, we’ve had four.”
“Four? Wow, you must love exchange students!”
“Not anymore,” I whispered.
“Why not?” Damian asked, making me jump. I hadn’t realized he could hear me.
“Um...well, we had Paola. She was sweet. Then we had Steve and Dean. They were Chinese and here at the same time. They were pretty awesome. Then we had Laura.” I paused. “We don’t like to talk about Laura.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah,” Mom said. “She was from Germany and poor Jenny had to room with her.”
I nodded sadly. “Can we please change the subject?”
“Can I have another pancake?”
I stared at Damian’s plate and shook my head. “My goodness. I thought you were done already.”
“No, just making sure I can have another one.”
I just grinned when my phone started vibrating. “No way.” I pulled it out and silenced it. Mom stared at me and Damian tried to keep from laughing.
“Keith?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yes. That would be him.”
“And you just hung up on him?” Mom looked shocked.
“Yeah, he’s just making sure I’m up. I think he’ll be fine.”
“But what if he actually has a legitimate concern?” Mom pointed out.
“Debbie, it’s Keith. He never has a legitimate concern. He is just a happy guy who surfs and plays the guitar. Besides, he would call me if he did have a concern.”
We both stared at Damian. He was finishing up his pancake and looked at us. “What?”
“Oh, nothing,” Mom and I chorused.
The day passed much like the day before. People came over to meet ‘the boyfriend;’ we walked around town, and just hung out in general. It was quieter than the day before, thank goodness, but we were still busy enough. And Keith didn’t call.
I went upstairs at ten o’ clock that night, feeling relaxed and happy. Damian was sitting on the loveseat, watching a movie. I settled next to him. “The A-Team?”
He nodded, chewing on his popcorn. I wondered if he had made it himself, but decided not to ask. “It’s a great movie.”
“Yes, it is. Where did you get it?”
“Um...I’m on Netflix.” He looked at me sheepishly. “Am I in trouble?” he asked, trying to make a joke.
I’m sure my eyes twinkled mischievously. “Oh my goodness, you do realize we have to pay when you get on Netflix on the Xbox, right? I cannot believe this!”
“Okay, stop that! You’re joking, right?” his eyes begged me to be joking.
About twenty different responses went through my mind, but I chose the easy one. “Yes, I am,” I said, laughing.
He punched me in the arm. “You had me scared there for a moment.”
I pushed him off the couch ‘accidently,’ causing a loud thud. “Whoops.”
He looked at the popcorn spilled everywhere. “Wow, way to knock me off!” he yelled jokingly.
“Hey, be quiet! You just keep being loud tonight! First you pop popcorn loudly, then you fall loudly, then you yell at me!”
“I did not fall loudly on purpose! That’s your fault!”
“No, I didn’t do it!”
“You were loud, and you know it.”
“I was not! You were the one that made the thump when you fell.”
“Because you pushed me.”
“But it was still you falling. Not me.”
“But you were loud. You caused me to fall and that made a loud noise. So it’s your fault, yes? You were...emotionally? loud.”
“That makes no sense!” I yelled, laughing.
Mom came up the stairs. She surveyed the mess and tried not to laugh. “What were you two doing? Damian, you’re being too loud. Jeffrey and Rachelle are trying to sleep.”
Damian’s mouth hung open. “But, Debbie, it wasn’t me that—”
She held up a hand. “No excuses. You were obviously the one at fault here. Besides, Jenny is my perfect little angel.” Her eyes twinkled. “So pick this up and be quieter. I’m going to bed, good night! Oh, and turn the movie down, please.”
She walked back downstairs and Damian turned to glare at me. “Now you’ve gone and made your mom believe that I’m a loud kid who makes messes everywhere.”
I struggled to keep from cracking up. “Well, she believes that you’re a good kid. That’s all that you need to know.”
“Well, gee, thanks!” he said sarcastically. He paused. “Did we really just have a mini argument about who was being louder?”
I nodded. “We did. And I won.”
“You did not!” He lunged at me and started tickling me without mercy. I shrieked with laughter and tried to keep it down.
“Damian!” I finally managed to gasp out. “I—can’t—breathe! And people—are trying—to sleep!”
He instantly stopped. “Whoops, to copy your words...”
“Thank you,” I said breathlessly. “Let’s just watch the movie, huh?”
He nodded and got back on the loveseat. “Wow, just look at that mess.”
“Yep. You’re cleaning that up.” I grabbed his popcorn bowl and ate what was left of the popcorn as Damian wandered around, looking for a vacuum cleaner. I finally took pity on him and told him to wait for the next day, since the vacuum cleaner was too loud to run at night.
“Do you have ants?” he asked, sinking into the loveseat.
“No,” I responded. “We’re really lucky.”
He looked mournfully at the empty bowl and sighed. “I’m tired.”
“Just watch the movie.”
We finished the movie and Damian turned it off. “I love that movie.”
“It’s very...much a man movie, isn’t it?” I said, laughing. “I like it too.”
“So? I can watch man movies, can’t I?” His eyes were twinkling in amusement.
“No.”
He stared at me in astonishment. “Did you just say—wow. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. I’m tired. Good night, Damian.”
He grinned. “Do you want to take the bowl downstairs? I don’t want to.” He leaned forward as if to tell me a secret. “It’s dark down there.”
“Oh, poor baby, are you scared of the dark? You can take it!” I smiled brightly at him. “Now, I’m about to fall over from exhaustion, so I’m really going to bed.”
“Okay.” He leaned over and kissed me. “I will see you in the morning, beautiful.”
I flushed and smiled. “Good night.” I went to bed and smiled as I heard him walk downstairs with the bowl.
The next morning, I slowly woke up to the sound of someone singing. I opened my eyes just a bit and saw someone sitting at the edge of my bed. I reacted and swung my arm.
“Whoa!” Damian exclaimed, holding his shoulder. “I was singing to you! What was that for?”
“Sorry, sorry! It just scared me!” I looked at Rachelle’s bed. “Where is she?”
“Doesn’t she have marching band today?”
“No, that was just a prep thing. Camp starts in about a week.”
“Anyways, your mom made pancakes today and told me to come wake you up. I didn’t realize you were so violent, though!” he teased me. “Come on, get up.”
I groaned and rolled over. “What time is it?” I asked into my pillow.
“Nine. Come on, you know you want pancakes. Get up.”
I turned back over. “Fine, fine. I’ll get up. But not for you. It’s because I really am hungry.” I got out of bed. “Let’s go.”
We walked downstairs and I realized that I really was hungry. “Good morning!” I called to my mom, who was standing at the stove, flipping a pancake.
“Good morning!” she replied happily. “How are you?”
“Good.” I took a pancake from her plate. “Thanks.” I started to make my pancake worth eating.
“Were you good to Damian when he woke you up?”
I grinned at Damian. “Was I good to you?”
“Well, other than I might have a permanent bruise where she hit me arm, ya, she was good to me.”
“Jenny!” Mom said, laughing. “You hit him? Good for you!”
Damian shook his head. “You know, Americans are really weird...” he helped himself to a pancake.
“You think Americans are really weird? Just wait until you meet Colombians.” Mom was grinning and I groaned.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Damian asked.
“Well, we had an exchange student four years ago who was kinda crazy. She was Colombian. Those Latinos are really something else.” Mom winked at him.
“Oh, you had an exchange student?” Damian looked interested.
“Yes, we’ve had four.”
“Four? Wow, you must love exchange students!”
“Not anymore,” I whispered.
“Why not?” Damian asked, making me jump. I hadn’t realized he could hear me.
“Um...well, we had Paola. She was sweet. Then we had Steve and Dean. They were Chinese and here at the same time. They were pretty awesome. Then we had Laura.” I paused. “We don’t like to talk about Laura.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah,” Mom said. “She was from Germany and poor Jenny had to room with her.”
I nodded sadly. “Can we please change the subject?”
“Can I have another pancake?”
I stared at Damian’s plate and shook my head. “My goodness. I thought you were done already.”
“No, just making sure I can have another one.”
I just grinned when my phone started vibrating. “No way.” I pulled it out and silenced it. Mom stared at me and Damian tried to keep from laughing.
“Keith?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yes. That would be him.”
“And you just hung up on him?” Mom looked shocked.
“Yeah, he’s just making sure I’m up. I think he’ll be fine.”
“But what if he actually has a legitimate concern?” Mom pointed out.
“Debbie, it’s Keith. He never has a legitimate concern. He is just a happy guy who surfs and plays the guitar. Besides, he would call me if he did have a concern.”
We both stared at Damian. He was finishing up his pancake and looked at us. “What?”
“Oh, nothing,” Mom and I chorused.