•Peace•

•Chapter Thirty-Two•

=Chapter Thirty-Two=
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He cleans kitchens
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Thursday, 26th of September

Jason helped me off of his bike once we arrived back at the shop. Every movement was sore, although much less painful than the first time I got the stitches.

He led me inside and up the stairs to my apartment. I didnt complain since he'd already been up there once today, but the embarrassing part was the mess. I hadn't swept or dusted in a second, and the dishes (what little that came with the place) were piling up due to my inactivity.

Not to mention my plants holding up by sheer willpower and the occasional watering I give them when I remember. I used to be really good with them, but lately life has been more stressful, causing my poor plants to feel the effects.

I sat down on my couch sighing as I sunk into the depths of the comfy cushions.

Jason took a look around my apartment, a grimace on his face.

I take it he's the kind of guy who has a clean apartment, no matter what, and that almost made me feel embarrassed to see him looking at it with such a calculated gaze.

"Do you.. want me to put anything on..?" He asked, finally grabbing my remote and raising it.

"Oh, sure. Something funny-" I started suggesting, however Jason pierced me with a glare.

"No. What if you laugh so hard you break all your stitches again? I can't take you to a hospital if you're unconscious and bleeding to death because you died of laughter!"

i frowned, my mouth agape slightly. he was worried id break my stitches over laughing? come on. i opened my mouth to protest however jason shook his head, holding his hand up. "no, i dont want to hear it." he stated, turning to the tv and scrolling through multiple tv shows and movies.

"you better not pick something sad either." I relented, dragging the nearest blanket (which was draped over the back of the couch) and pulled it over my body, cuddling in the warmth, especially enjoying it because it so happened to be the quilt that May and Liz made for my birthday not long ago.

"I'll try not to." Jason replied, still standing in front of the smallish tv and looking through the choices.

After another minute he settled upon a movie I had never seen before, it was called The Princess bride.

He nodded to himself, turned up the volume and placed the remote back down on the coffee table.

"You'll enjoy this one.. it does have some humor but.. I don't think you'll roll on the floor with laughter." He said confidently, and moving away towards my kitchen, his steps quick and purposeful.

"Hey? Where are you going?" I started to move out of my cocoon but Jason interrupted me.

"Stay, don't move. Watch the movie." He continued his trek into the kitchen and doing something although I couldn't really tell what.

Normally when a man orders me around I'd probably get up and do exactly the opposite of what they said, however I did realize in my situation, it was best to let it go and not bother complaining.

Plus, this was Jason. He's not going to order me around purely for a power trip.

I settle back into the couch, my eyes turning to the tv as a couple passionately hugged and said goodbye to each other.