Once inside, Jason let me go and I plopped on the couch with no intention to get up. It seemed that Jason understood because he rummaged through my drawers and found some advil and some movies. By the time that I was dozing off I remembered that Jason and I were barely acquaintances... and yet here he was sitting in my couch, my feet propped on his lap and he was eating my food.
"You know, those are my goldfish." I told him petulantly.
He just smiled and looked at me while popping more poor goldfish down his very nice looking mouth...
"Well, I was hungry and the take out place is taking their sweet time delivering the food, so I thought I'd get some goldfish."
I looked at him and blurted out what I was thinking, "Do you do this often?"
He quirked a brow. "Make yourself at home in other peoples houses." His face fell a bit, okay, it fell a lot, but he didn't understand me! I didn't mean it in a bad way!
"What I mean to say is... do you find friendship easy? I mean, we've known eachother for a little over two weeks and it feels as if we've been friends for years. Does that happen often for you?"
His eyes warmed a bit, and his smile was gentle and thankful. "No, I actually keep to myself. But you're so fun and I like you. You're sarcastic and so eccentric it never gets boring with you."
"Hey!" I yelped, "I am not eccentric. I am quite normal, you're the one who has crazy women jumping at you from right to left, bukko."
Jason laughed and I felt myself smile. Who would have thought that a hot guy could be nice too?