Mar. 31, 2008
My Story [Part 8] --

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At the end of the day Jeremy approached Kit, looking a little nervous. He came up in front of her with his hands behind his back, shifting his weight back and forth. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it again, as if he didn't know what to say.

Kit eyed him suspiciously, being at a loss for words just wasn't him. She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side. “What're you up to?”

“I, uh,” Jeremy looked at his feet. “I was wondering if you'd like to go out for dinner or something.”

Kit's eyes widened in surprise but a grin started to pull at her lips. “Nah, I don't like restaurants.”

Jeremy looked at her, surprised, but then suggested, “Maybe I could make you dinner then?”

Kit had heard of Jeremy's cooking, she had seen it herself. He had brought her a plate of cookies once. They had been quite burnt. “How about I make you dinner? You seemed interested in German food earlier so maybe I could show you some of our stuff?”

Jeremy grinned, showing not a little relief at her offer. “That sounds great,” he quickly agreed.

“How about tomorrow? Six?”

“Sounds great. See ya then!” Jeremy strode off, clearly pleased with his success.

Kit watched him leave with a smile and then shook her head as she got into her car.



The next day passed uneventfully and Kit hurried home after work to start dinner. She had had trouble adjusting to the idea of making a large dinner, as Jeremy was doubtless used to like most Americans. She had been brought up having large lunches and small dinners, and had continued that way of eating when she moved.

Kit pulled some potatoes out of the cabinet and started slicing, tossing the slices into a large pot of water as she went. Carrots, cabbage, and turnips followed, along with a few spices. She left it to simmer while she chopped cooked beef to throw in too. A glance at the clock told her that she had an hour before she could expect Jeremy to arrive, plenty of time to finish the meal. In the refrigerator lay a cheesecake, something she had mastered thanks to her mother. Her first had been a failure, but after more practice she had gotten the hang of it.

At six fifteen a know sounded at the door. Kit opened it with a playful smile. “You're late.”

Jeremy smiled back at her. “Sorry about that, but I had to stop by the store to grab these,” he proffered a bouquet of flowers.

“Thanks,” Kit took the flowers and sniffed them. She turned quickly around to hide a disgusted face as she wrinkled her nose. The flowers, instead of having the sweet scent that she had expected, held a rather displeasing fishy aroma.

“Do you like them?” Jeremy's worried voice sounded, clearly telling Kit that this was no joke.

“Y... yes,” she turned to flash him a quick smile. “Please come in, I'll just put these in a vase right quick.”

Jeremy seemed satisfied with her reply as he walked in. He looked around the room curiously and then sniffed the air. “Mmm... that smells good! What is it?”

Kit set the flowers in a cup of water as she replied, “Stew. Where did you get these flowers?”

“At the gas station down the road. It was the closest place and I was running late."

“Ah, just wondering,” Kit set the flowers on the counter.

Jeremy walked over and grinned as he sniffed at the flowers. He jumped back, covering his nose as he did so. "The flowers! They smell like, like,"

"Fish," Kit offered helpfully.

"Yeah!" Jeremy rubbed his nose. "See if I get flowers there again! I'm sorry, I didn't mean for them to smell like that."

Kit shook her head. "That's okay," she motioned to the futon, with she had pulled up into a couch. “You can sit down, dinner'll be done in a minute.” Jeremy nodded and flopped onto the futon, watching Kit as she stirred the stew and then lifted the spoon to her mouth experimentally. “Perfect,” she whispered to herself.

Soon she and Jeremy were sitting comfortably on the futon with large bowls of stew. She had pulled out a bag of her homemade rolls and she dug in now hungrily. Jeremy stirred his stew carefully and then tasted it cautiously. He finished the spoonful and then smacked his lips.

“It tastes as good as it smells, that's for sure!”

“You sounds pretty surprised,” Kit looked at him mischievously.

Jeremy jumped a little. “No! No, that's not what I meant!” He looked genuinely distressed for a moment before he saw that it was a joke. “Okay, haha, very funny,” he frowned and poked at his stew.

“Well I'm glad you like it because I don't have anything else prepared and people that don't eat their dinner don't get dessert,” she grinned.

“Dessert! Now that's just great! What is it?”

“It's a surprise.”

“Aw,” Jeremy sighed and leaned back. “Oh well, I'll just enjoy this for now then. What's in it?”

“Well, some carrots, potatoes, turnips, cabbage,” Kit stopped as Jeremy sat quickly up and stared at his bowl.

“Cabbage?! Turnips?! How, how did you get them to taste so good? My grandma always made me stuff like that and I never liked it,” he tried another bite of the stew. “I can't even taste it!”

Kit shrugged. “How should I know what your grandmother did wrong? Then again, some people just aren't as good at cooking as I am,” she laughed merrily and Jeremy joined her.

“So,” Jeremy asked as Kit sliced the cheesecake. “What do you do for fun around here?”

“Well, I like to read mostly,” Kit nodded towards her pile of books. “And then I watch movies sometimes too,” she wiped the pieces of cheesecake off of the knife she had been using and licked her finger off. She set a piece of cake on two plates and handed one to Jeremy, who started eating right away.

“Mmm... cheesecake is one of my favorites,” he said as he took his first bite.

Kit nodded. “I can tell. So what do you do for fun?”

“Mess around on the computer, draw, listen to music. I like to work on electronics sometimes too.”

“That's neat. I liked to draw once, I kinda got out of it when I started working though.”

For a while nothing was said as the savored the sweetness of the cheesecake, and when they had finished they just sat, wondering what to talk about.

“So...” Jeremy made an attempt to start some conversation. “How is your family?”

“They're fine,” Kit chuckled. “And yours?”

“Good. They're good. Um... have you done anymore on the kidnapping?”

Kit shook her head. “No, I haven't heard anything from Sadie and I can't come up with any conclusions with more clues.”

Jeremy nodded. “Well I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually. What do you,” he was cut off as his cell phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket, frowning as he did so. “Hello... yeah.... no... what? Oh... mhm... no I... fine,” he hung up, grumbling. “I have to go, Dan's case has had a development and he wants me to go with him to get more experience.”

Kit rose and shook his hand. “Well I'll see you tomorrow then. Have fun.”

Jeremy nodded and shuffled over to the door. “Yeah, g'bye. We'll have to get together again, this was fun.”

Kit nodded. “Yes it was. Bye!”

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Apr. 22, 2008 - Untitled Comment

Posted by SuzyScribbles

I am really getting to know Kit...and now Jeremy, too. It was a great chapter and develops their relationship. I suggest, however, that the next chapter get back into the "meat" of the kidnapping plot, or you take a chance on losing your readers to scenes that don't move the plot along. A few now and again are good, but you must always bring your reader back to the "problem" at hand.

Your writing, dialogue, etc. is exception!

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Apr. 23, 2008 - Untitled Comment

Posted by SeaChel

I luv this chapter!! :-D

~SeaChel

P.S. I got my story off of my old hard-drive, so the next part is up!

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