After dinner, we all gathered in the living room for coffee. Mom and Stacy both wanted to hear about what i'd been doing, but I omitted a few things. I hated lyingto them, but it would've broken their hearts to know i'd shot people. I told them it was pretty uneventful, and that I mostly did recon (Stacy was impressed by my use of military lingo). After about two hours, mom said she was tired and needed to go to bed. Stacy and I told her good night, and she looked back and said 'I'm glad you're home, son' before going upstairs, leaving me alone with my now-sexy best friend.
"She's sweet, isn't she?"
"Yes, she is," I answered.
"SO! You're staying here tonight, right? In your old room?"
"Yeah. It was good seeing you."
She looked unhappy. "Do you want me to leave?"
"No, of course not. I just figured your boyfriend would be jealous if you stayed to much longer." I looked over at her as I mentioned a boyfriend. I learned a few things about being crafty in my pursuit of info aquisition. She giggled and blushed a little, and looked away.
"I, uh...I don't have a boyfriend.....I'm uh....," she said, lowering her voice with ever other word. "I'm still single...." The way she fidgeted her hands on her lap was about the cutest thing i'd ever seen.
"I gotta unpack my bag. You wanna come up and talk to me while I do?"
That perked her up. "Sure!"
My old room, just as I remembered it. Right down to the posters of bands who were probably considered pretty lame now. I don't care, though. Hendrix is timeless. I tossed my bag onto my bed and unzipped it. Stacy immediately looked into it, fascinated by it's contents, whatever they were. She pulled out my training uniform.
"Ooo, what's this?!"
"It's the uniform they gave me when I was in training. Sorry if it smells." She laughed and pulled out another item. "What's this?!"
"My ribbons," I said, suddenly wishing I had gotten more.
"So many! You must've been a good soldier!" She turned to me smiling, but then turned a bit serious. "Jack? Um....what did you think I was doing in the kitchen earlier?"
"Huh?" I pretended I didn't know what she meant, even though I knew exactly.
"When I was hugging you and I started to come closer."
"Oh. I dunno. I kinda thought you were....I dunno."
"Jack?"
"Yes, Stacy?" We both sounded like we were afraid to speak, but had good reason to continue.
"If I would've kissed you then....would you have....let me?" |