pictures of babies most, but pain comes over her face at the topic. I feel like me coming here today has been good and bad for her. She seems to be enjoying my company, but stuff she doesn’t want to deal with keeps creeping up on her and it’s making me feel awful. She makes a comment about how I must be comfortable in front of the camera. And, I admit something to her that I never admit. That I’m not always comfortable. I tell her I’ll never be comfortable with the paparazzi.
She reminds me that she doesn’t read the tabloids and I can tell she’s telling the truth. It does seem to bother her that stars get hounded. I find it weird that she cares about complete strangers. Who does that?
“Looks like you’re about done with your chore. Thanks for doing that. You may want to get out of my way while I throw all of this together. I can get a little crazy as I whip around here.” It’s cute the way she tries to warn me. Yep, she’s a kitchen-zilla. And I want to see her roar.
Offering to peel and chop the eggs for her, I almost burst into laughter when she stops to think about it. I can tell she wants to say no, but is too polite to do so. I’m shocked when she says yes. I thought she would think of some way of saying I must be tired from my driving or some other line about me relaxing because I’m a guest. She impresses me more by the minute. I almost laugh again though when she tells me not to make the pieces too small. I want to tease her and ask her to show me exactly what size, but I’m afraid that I might be pushing it. I truly don’t know her and what she can take.
When Warrant’s Sometimes She Cries comes on I think I hear her whisper, “Isn’t that the truth?” But I’m not sure. It was very faint and I have my back to her. Against my better judgment, I ask her.
“Ahhh. I said there’s going to be a lot of food. Hope you’re going to bring your appetite tonight.” I know she’s lying, but I can’t bring myself to call her on it. This song does make me think about how sad she’s been on and off throughout the morning. I can see how she would cry when she’s alone at night. I don’t see her crying in front of people. She doesn’t strike me as the type to lose it unless something big happens. She does seem lonely; just her in this big house. It seems to be a bit much for one person.
“I was going to ask you about that.” Hearing her suck in a breath, I know she thinks I’m going to call her out on it. “If there are only six people coming, even with you and me, why are you making so much food?”
She starts hackling like a hyena. “You’ll understand when they all get here.” That’s it. She doesn’t say anything else. This girl is making enough food to feed the set of my show and that’s all she says. With a smile still on her face, she finishes the pasta salad and coleslaw. She heads out to check the smoker and I take a moment to admire her ass again. It really is perfection in denim. Probably is out of denim, too.
Remembering that I’m about to run out of clean clothes, I tense up. This woman has been extremely kind and I’m about to impose on her again. I’m wondering if she’ll let me use her laundry facilities. Is that too much? Yeah… that’s too much. Forget it. I can’t ask that. I’ll just stop somewhere tomorrow and buy some stuff and hopefully not have too many people up my ass. Man, I really hate being out in public, especially now that the break up has gone public. Fuck.
Planting my feet, shoving my hands in my pockets, and taking a deep breath, I get ready to embarrass myself.
“Can I… uh… can I ask a favor of you?”
Hearing the hesitation in my voice makes her hesitant. Good job, Tuck. Nice way to make the girl feel uncomfortable. But, she still tells me she thinks so. So damned adorable when she’s indecisive.
I chuckle
She reminds me that she doesn’t read the tabloids and I can tell she’s telling the truth. It does seem to bother her that stars get hounded. I find it weird that she cares about complete strangers. Who does that?
“Looks like you’re about done with your chore. Thanks for doing that. You may want to get out of my way while I throw all of this together. I can get a little crazy as I whip around here.” It’s cute the way she tries to warn me. Yep, she’s a kitchen-zilla. And I want to see her roar.
Offering to peel and chop the eggs for her, I almost burst into laughter when she stops to think about it. I can tell she wants to say no, but is too polite to do so. I’m shocked when she says yes. I thought she would think of some way of saying I must be tired from my driving or some other line about me relaxing because I’m a guest. She impresses me more by the minute. I almost laugh again though when she tells me not to make the pieces too small. I want to tease her and ask her to show me exactly what size, but I’m afraid that I might be pushing it. I truly don’t know her and what she can take.
When Warrant’s Sometimes She Cries comes on I think I hear her whisper, “Isn’t that the truth?” But I’m not sure. It was very faint and I have my back to her. Against my better judgment, I ask her.
“Ahhh. I said there’s going to be a lot of food. Hope you’re going to bring your appetite tonight.” I know she’s lying, but I can’t bring myself to call her on it. This song does make me think about how sad she’s been on and off throughout the morning. I can see how she would cry when she’s alone at night. I don’t see her crying in front of people. She doesn’t strike me as the type to lose it unless something big happens. She does seem lonely; just her in this big house. It seems to be a bit much for one person.
“I was going to ask you about that.” Hearing her suck in a breath, I know she thinks I’m going to call her out on it. “If there are only six people coming, even with you and me, why are you making so much food?”
She starts hackling like a hyena. “You’ll understand when they all get here.” That’s it. She doesn’t say anything else. This girl is making enough food to feed the set of my show and that’s all she says. With a smile still on her face, she finishes the pasta salad and coleslaw. She heads out to check the smoker and I take a moment to admire her ass again. It really is perfection in denim. Probably is out of denim, too.
Remembering that I’m about to run out of clean clothes, I tense up. This woman has been extremely kind and I’m about to impose on her again. I’m wondering if she’ll let me use her laundry facilities. Is that too much? Yeah… that’s too much. Forget it. I can’t ask that. I’ll just stop somewhere tomorrow and buy some stuff and hopefully not have too many people up my ass. Man, I really hate being out in public, especially now that the break up has gone public. Fuck.
Planting my feet, shoving my hands in my pockets, and taking a deep breath, I get ready to embarrass myself.
“Can I… uh… can I ask a favor of you?”
Hearing the hesitation in my voice makes her hesitant. Good job, Tuck. Nice way to make the girl feel uncomfortable. But, she still tells me she thinks so. So damned adorable when she’s indecisive.
I chuckle
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