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 Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 12:04 am
(I meant date cookies, my bad)
Todd Wells
I was feeling mellow as I walked back with him. None of my worries seemed to preoccupy me at the moment and I bobbed my head lightly as a favorite song played through my mind. I walked into the kitchen and shook my head in response. "Its alright, I don't need to order out, I'm not that picky." I tried to cover up a small yawn with my arm as I placed the jar on the table. When my teacher disappeared upstairs I got some more water but l felt uneasy rummaging through his frig so soon. It just felt so improper but he did offer didn't he? I sat at the table instead and sipped my water every so often with my elbows on the table. I would get food eventually if he wasn't planning on coming back down.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 9:14 am
Lauren Blake
I made my way back down the stairs in slippers, the wrapped box in hand. I'd examined it while in my room and deducted that it must be something edible. It smelled that way at least. I laid it on the table and took a seat on the other side. "Last time I had something wrapped was my birthday." I smiled. I opened it in front of him and found out that I had been right. The container was filled with date cookies. I remembered at the moment that I had posted that particular detail in a blog a long time ago. The last person who had baked me date cookies was dead. I tried hard to hide the mask of sorrow on my face, but i'm not sure I succeeded. "Thank you, for these."
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 6:02 pm
Todd Wells
I sat my glass down before he entered. my arms were slouching over the table as my finger moved around on the side of the jar. I probably looked like a normal, insecure teenager from the bad posture. I was too relaxed to change my posture when he entered. I peered over at the present as he sat it down on the table and I merely smiled quietly to his first statement. I sat up a little straighter with curiousity as he opened it. I could smell the familiar cookies which triggered my feelings of admiration. It was one of those childhood smells that had many good memories attached to it. "Nah don't thank me, my mom made them. I just stuffed my face when they were done." I smiled with embaraessment. I already missed my mom a little. I looked at my teacher and began to wonder if there was something troubling him. Maybe I was just seeing things? "Is there something wrong? Don't tell me your allergic to dates." I wondered.
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Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 8:38 pm
Lauren Blake
I shook my head. "No, not at all. Please help yourself." I slid the container toward him, around the jar of fireflies. For the past few years I had been an emotional wreck, and never had to make up my face for anyone. I sucked it up the best I could and stood, a smile plastered on my face. "Let's see what we can make here, huh." I walked toward the pantry and opened it. It was filled with canned goods and boxed items.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 5:56 pm
Todd Wells
I looked down at the container of cookies in slight surprise. "Oh no thanks, I already had a lot before I came here." I repiled as I gently pushing them away. In truth I never liked the idea of eating a gift that was intended for someone else. I watched him as he walked away with that smile on his face. My eyebrow was slightly raised when he turned away to look through the pantry. I tossed my curiousity aside for the moment and stood up from the table as I scanned around the kitchen. I leaned slightly on one leg lazily. I was still feeling a bit drowsy even for how early it was. "Do you have canned soup? We could make that." I walked towards the cupboards. "Where are the pots?" I asked intending to get one for him if he wished.
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 12:27 pm
Lauren Blake
"Canned soup?" I chuckled. "If you prefer, it would be no problem for me or the butler to make a better supper for our guest." I looked at him through the panels of the pantry door. The light reflected his golden hair beautifully. I lowered my eyes and stepped back, producing a box of pasta shells. I smiled at him as I shook the box in the air.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 8:19 am
Todd Wells
I looked down at the counter and appeared slightly embaraessed as I slid my fingers across the smooth surface. With out looking up I replied. "Sure if you would like..." Then I raised my head and looked over at him as he found a box of pasta. "I didn't mean to offend if i did." I smiled uncomfortably. I looked up at the pasta he was shaking as the sound distracted my attention. I nodded in agreement to the choice he picked, happy to see him so laid back.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 5:40 pm
Lauren Blake
"Not at all." I walked to the pots hanging from the ceiling and took one. Filling it half full with water I placed it on the stove and turned up the heat. I sighed a breath of relief, and felt more composed. The nostalgic thoughts of earlier had slid slowly to another region of my brain thankfully. "What do you like with your pasta?" I asked, leaning on the counter a few paces to his side as I wiped water from my hands.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 8:10 pm
Todd Wells
I didn't move from my spot next to the counter as he perpared the water and stove. I figured he prefered doing most of the work since he wanted to treat me like a guest and all. I leaned my back against the counter with a hand carefully placed in my pocket as I addressed his question. "Well, I kinda have a thing for pesto" I replied. I walked over to the stove and picked up the box of pasta he had set down to get a better look at it. "but I'm fine with what ever. What do you like?" I asked throwing the question back at him.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2011 5:19 pm
Lauren Blake
"Meatballs." I said. "But we do have Pesto." I walked to the fridge to double and check, and there it was...one last can. The water began to bubble on the pot and made my way over to it. "Would you like to pour it in. The water's ready." I said.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 6:09 pm
Todd Wells
I smiled alittle humorously. "How original." although it wasn't that funny to me but for some reason I had imagined him liking something else. It just made me realize alittle more how this man, once a celebrity could be just a regular person. "Sure." I repiled as I hastily began to open the box of pasta. Once I got the top open I poured the pasta shells in nice and easy so the boiling water didn't splash onto my hand. It was not fun getting burned. I knew that from experience when I was younger.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 5:28 pm
Lauren Blake
I smirked and walked back to the table, eyeing the box of date cookies. I swallowed the lump in my throat and debated my next step. I usually kept to myself, having never really had the choice to disclose. Finally, I traced the edges of the top and turned back. "How did you come by playing the piano?" I asked.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 10:13 am
Todd Wells
For a moment my eyes were lowered to the pot of boiling water after I emptied the box of pasta. It foamed up a little and then died down again. I unglued my eyes from the pot and looked up when he asked the question. I probably looked more surprised then I meant too, maybe I just wasn't expecting the question just yet. I turned towards him and leaned against the counter again. I looked at him at first but only to look away down at my fingers with a sad smile. “I went to a piano recital once when I was a child but I can’t remember much, only the music. My dad started to notice my interest in the piano after that and tried to teach me himself.” I replied. I frowned slightly to myself as I continued to study my fingers quietly. I found when I thought about my progression with the piano it brought back a lot of unsettling memories. The piano was my only therapy during those uncertain times of my life but I had no reason to discuss those problems with this man. I had no doubt in my mind that he wouldn’t want to hear anyway. “…So yeah, just spent a lot of my free time playing for enjoyment.” I finally added and decided to end it there unless he asked more. I smiled simply at him acting like there was nothing special about it. “What about you?” I asked.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 2:26 pm
Lauren Blake
I smiled, just thinking at all the memories that that question brought up. "Well you could say that I came from a musical family. Everyone got an instrument and I got the cello." My eyes slid from him to the room near the kitchen. "...then the sax, the guitar, the flute, and then finally the piano got me. A beautiful girl played for me. I sighed, catching myself from spilling over. His eyes were on me and from here, with an aching heart they seemed so welcoming. "Your eyes looked so sad before. Don't tell me you're homesick already."
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