Lunch

I don’t know how long I must have been in Jon’s arms. But eventually, Jon slowly untangled his hands from around my waist and said softly, “We should probably make some lunch.” I nodded and got up, not letting go of his hand as we trailed back into the house and towards the kitchen.

“I’ll be right back,” I said and Jon nodded, not meeting my eyes as he moved to the fridge and started getting some things out. Going back upstairs to Liz’s room, I rummaged through my handbag and found the small comb I always kept in hand. My hair was full of tangles and it took me some time to get through each and every one. My hair soon fell at my back softly, no longer wet. I quickly put it into a ponytail and made my way back downstairs.

“So, what’s for lunch?”

*

We ate our lunch in silence. Jon and I had cooked up a simple meal of spaghetti and meatballs with a half hour and now, we were seated on the dining table with him on one side and me on the other, eating in complete silence. I didn’t know what to come up with to start a conversation. In fact, Jon wasn’t quite making eye contact with me as he rolled his fork around the spaghetti. Was it because of the kiss? He’d kissed me a lot when I was a child but it was a quick peck on the cheek, or forehead; not one where his lips slowly brushed against my cheek and left us both burning. I remember his cheeks going red before I closed my eyes. That hadn’t happened before. And the reaction it had from me was also new.

“So your boyfriend? You like him?” Jon took me by surprise with the random question but I smiled at him a little sarcastically.

“How else do you expect me to be in a relationship with him?”

He smiled back but the light didn’t reach his eyes as he watched me. “Tell me about him.”

I shrugged, not knowing where to start. “Well, his name’s Roy Wayde. He’s different from other boys I’ve met. He’s more of a silent, and thoughtful kind. I usually compare him to a modern day Shakespeare because of his philosophical thoughts and statements.” I paused for a second, my eyes watching Jon’s face to see what he though but it was blank and he listened patiently. “His parents died in an accident about five years ago and he lives with his aunt, the only family he has left.”

“So is it the sympathy that made you fall for him?” Jon asked and I could catch the hint of distaste in his tone. The question caught me off guard and I shook my head no slowly, trying to see what was bothering him.

“Of course not. I like him for his personality. He’s a really nice guy.”

Jon snorted to himself before averting his eyes back to the food and picking at it.

“Wayde sounds familiar,” he mumbled to himself, the expression on his face intense. “Do you know his parents names?”

“Umm…I forgot. But I remember mom mentioning them to me. I can ask if her you want.”

“No it’s alright, I was just curious.”

The dark shadow that had appeared on his face a few seconds ago disappeared and he smiled at me again. I couldn’t help but wonder what it was about even when the atmosphere changed from a tense one to a more relaxed one.

“So, what are the plans for the rest of the day?”

The End

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