When Jagger’s gone, I search the house for a phone. Yes, I know, it’s never going to happen but I have to try, I just want my Sister and Ava to know I’m ok. Of course, I don’t find one. I don’t find much actually, and I wonder if Jagger lives here all the time, or just when he steals and seduces stupid females who let strange men buy them drinks at clubs. I end up deciding to curl up on the couch and flick through the channels – It’s about time I tried to make the best of a bad situation. It beats sitting in that room.
I settle on Texas chainsaw massacre, finding the movie pathetically entertaining. I giggle and snort, gripping my stomach and laughing like I haven’t laughed in months. I have lost my mind, I’m nearly sure of it. It’s official, I’ve put myself in the nut basket. I get up mid-way through and find something to snack on. I opt for some cheese and crackers, before curling up to munch away and continue my horrible snorting and giggling.
“RUN YOU IDIOT!” I cry at the television, throwing a cracker across the room.
“You’re dark little girl, but your laugh is like sunshine.”
I hear the voice and leap up, spinning around to face an amused Jagger. He leans against the door frame with a lopsided grin on his face. God he’s beautiful. So perfectly beautiful.
“I am not dark,” I huff, throwing myself back down onto the couch.
“I could hear you laughing when I got out of the car. I assumed you would be watching a comedy, not a story about a mass murderer.”
“Well, I find it very entertaining, thank you very much.”
He walks in front of the television and picks up the cracker I tossed.
“You’re throwing crackers at my television.”
“You deserve it.”
He falls down onto the couch beside me, “That kind of hurt.”
‘Did not,”
He grins at me and I look away, feeling my cheeks swell.
“It’s nice to see you out here laughing.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t want to spend my life in that room.”
“That’s a bit of an over exaggeration don’t you think?”
“Maybe,”
“I’m getting a beer, do you want one?”
I stare at him with wide eyes. “Seriously, we’re going to have a beer and just…sit like we actually get along?”
“We do get along,” he frowns.
“Well, I must have missed that.”
He stands and walks into the kitchen, and comes back with two beers. He hands me one and I take it, then I lean back and tuck my knees up to my chest.
“Here’s something for you, if we met in a different way, would we get along?”
I think about it a moment. If we met under different circumstances, I do think Jagger and I would get along well, we do have a lot in common.
“Yes, I guess we would.”
“Why?”
I shrug, “Dark personalities.”
He laughs and shakes his head. “That’s a first for me, getting along with someone because they’re dark,”
“Well, sometimes the simplest things can form great friendships.”
“What are you saying?”
“Nothing, now be quiet and watch the movie,”
He leans back, and I can feel his body heat radiating into mine. “Yes boss.”
Four beers and another movie later, I’m out to the count.