We are.. The Unknown

We are.. The Unknown Jul 31, 2012 21:48:22 GMT -5

Post by mcmarti99 on Jul 31, 2012 21:48:22 GMT -5

He holds me there and our stomachs continue to growl. I guess it's my turn to break the spell. Okay. Time to let go. I say this, though I really don't want him to let go. He kisses me again. He keeps kissing me. I finally pull away, my stomach persuading me. He looks empty when I get up. His expression saddens. I roll my eyes and lean down and kiss him again. Oh, why not?. I make the kiss extra long, and then rise up to go make some dinner. I walk over to the stove and fetch the ingredients to make Jake's favorite: Fried Fish. We have no shortage of it living in District 4, and i haven't been around fish as much as usual today anyway.

I scramble through all the cabinets for my special spices. I find them and set them out on the counter. I look out the window. Wow it's been a good day. I look back on all that's happened, then I remember how Jake was hesitant to hug me. I wondered why, I mean I had always loved him, but just recently to thought of LOVING him surfaced itself in my mind. I wondered if he just played along, or he had really loved me before. I was so deep in thought, I hadn't realized that Jake was standing behind me, with his arms wrapped around my stomach. He was looking down at me in such a way, I just loved it. I tried to mimic his look, though I''m sure I just looked like a doof. He lay his head down on my shoulders and we swayed back and forth together. He reached out to the pan on the stove and moved it from the burner. I giggled, I didn't realize it had been sitting there for so long. I kissed him on the cheek and dished the fish out on to two plates. Jake grabbed them and I poured us some water. He walked me over to the table and pulled a chair out for me. I sat in it, and he pushed me in, then kissed me again and walked over to his side of the table.

I waited until he sat down to begin eating. I felt like a pig, I was gobbling down my food. Jake laughed. I made a sad puppy face and he grabbed my hand, squeezing it reassuringly. I needed to know if he had loved me like I loved him. It was the only question lingering on my lips. Jake. Do, I mean did, you love me before today, like, love love? I asked this, feeling like a twelve year-old school girl. I wiped my face and took a swig of water. I looked at Jake questioningly. He was looking down at his almost empty plate and moving a piece of fish around with his fork. He looked like he was choking on the words he so wanted to say. He had let go of my hand, but I grabbed it again. He looked up at me and I smiled, though I was sure what he was going to tell me wasn't something I would naturally smile about.