Imogen smiled as she watched him eat, just to make sure. “Yes. I love all kinds, but my favorite are the flavor blasted pizza ones.” She giggled, and then turned her gaze back to the television. The cartoon played, and Imogen couldn’t help but laugh. To be honest, she was just like a little kid. Innocent, adorable and found the most simple of things entertaining. That wasn’t to say she didn’t have a more grown side. Imogen had plenty of secrets that she held, like about her mother, or lack there of.
The show went onto a commercial and she turned to Jake, noticing the pratically empty bowl, she smiled. “I’m glad. I couldn’t ask for a better patient.” She laughed and leaned onto the couch as he sat up. As he continued to speak, Imogen sucked in her bottom lip, chewing on the inside. It was a nervous habit she had. “Perhaps I am, and it is you who is never around.” She winked, joking with him. She pushed her bangs out of her face as she grabbed the bowl and put it on the table.
“But really, I usually just hang out in the art room. Or with Fiona.” She shrugged, tracing her fingers around on the couch. “Most people rather not be around me.” Another shrug, “But it’s whatever! Thus, I stay in the artroom and work on projects, or Fiona and I sometimes go out to eat, or just sneak past everyone.”
Jake watched her closely as she spoke admiring her gentle features. After the four days he’d been locked in the house it was nice to see someone new. “In the art room?” He asked, interested in her whereabouts. Jake had never taken art in high school, he barely even knew where their school art room was. He spent most of his time in the tech shop or in the chemistry lab. Jake still hadn’t planned what he wanted to do after university and seeing as he applied only one school his options were limited.
“I’ve never really met Fiona,” he added in after. It was true. They had talked once in a while but he didn’t classify that as meeting. He’d never spent time with her, and declined a party invitation so he could go to the cabin. Jake almost felt disconnected from most of his peers. He wasn’t close to any of them, except Drew, they were good friends. Even then Jake knew he didn’t spend a valid about of time with the boy, he was almost always alone. “Wish I wasn’t so sick, then we could actually do something,” he muttered after a little thinking.
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Jake snacked along with her, listening intently. Only his eyes drifted from her to the clock and he almost gasped....
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