Mear
I sighed outwards and heard Shupple’s stomach growl. Had she not eaten when I walked in? No… that’s right. I had seen her come from the opposite direction of the hall.
"Do you want to get something to eat, or just.. stay like this?" Shupple asked quietly looking up at me.
Internally I felt conflicted. We needed to eat. That was something that would not be avoided not to mention that there was still the matter of the dance later… we had to get moving again no matter the destruction that it would cause to this strange peace that had come over us. I gave a quiet not down to her and carefully helped her back up. We both sat with our legs off the end of Shupple’s bed for a few more seconds before finally I started to force myself to stand. After another thought, I extended my hand to Shupple and helped her up off the bed as well.
“We’ll get something… and… then get ready,” Shupple said seeming to pull herself together again. “For that crazy Valentine’s Day Dance…”
I was thankful for this… Thankful that she was starting to be ok again…. There was something that had started to burry itself inside me, and I couldn’t quite explain the feeling. It made me…. Happy. That was a strange word for me to put with this, and yet it was truly what I was feeling. I wanted to draw it somehow.. this strange happiness, and yet there was a part of me that doubted I would be able to.
“Alright,” I answered feeling a strange curl on my lips. “But… how about we go out to town.. and eat…” I suggested it in a light manner where Shupple understood that she could refute this, and we would just head downstairs again.
However, a half look came into Shupple’s eyes as I said this. She looked downwards at our messy clothes, and my eyes followed. It was in that moment, I was thankful for the fact I had yet to put my suit on. I looked up again and met Shupple’s gaze. I felt my face lighten a bit.
“That…. Sounds good…” Shupple answered back. “I’m sure… we could find a breakfast place…”
After that statement, the idea that maybe Shupple didn’t want to go back and face those in the kitchen came to mind. It was just a theory, and I discarded it after a second.
“I think I saw a doughnut and koachie place while we were shopping yesterday…” I commented trying to give options for where to eat but only coming up with one. Curse my inability to think at strange moments in time. I would later debate if the reason my mind stopped was because of the strange feeling that had started to roll over me or the fact that I had only been in the town a couple of times.
“That works,” Shupple answered. “Let’s… go… now.”
“Alright,” I answered back.
I stepped forwards and opened Shupple’s door. Standing aside, I watched as Shupple took this act of courtesy and walked through.
