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My jaw drops open and I turn to Bemy to see if he is as bbergasted as I am. He looks mildly
surprised, but nowhere near as shocked as I am. I suppose the difference is that he hasn’t spent his
whole life wondering about the mark, he’s only been curious about it for a few months. He hasn’t
invested anything close to the amount of time and energy I have put into trying to work out what the hell
my stupidly unique mark is meant to mean.
“It- it’s the same as mine!” I stutter out. Bemy leans in closer to examine the picture.
“You’re right, it is fairly simr.” He observes mildly. I let out an irritated breath, how can he
not see what a big deal this is?
“Simr? They’re practically identical!” I object.
“Not quite. The threads on her arm twist in a slightly different pattern to yours. Admittedly, you might not
notice the difference unless you wereparing the two.” He rifies. I shove my sleeve up and stare
at my arm. He’s right. How is it that he has my mark memorised more clearly than I do? Before I can
ask, Bemy predicts my question.
“I spend more time looking at you than you spend looking at yourself it would seem.” he grins. I raise
an eyebrow.
“Not sure if that’s sweet or creepy.” Iment.
“It was intended to be sweet.” He flushes and I swear he looks a little embarrassed.
“Okay, okay, it’s sweet then. But back on topic, slight differences or not, Kiara’s mark is incredibly
simr to mine. Closer than any other I’ve seen. There has to be some connection. there. Maybe her
mark is actually identifiable! I might get some real answers. Not to mention it might exin why I keep
dreaming about a girl I’ve never met.” Finally, some real, definable connection between the two of us.
Something I can actually investigate.
“I can’t believe that there has been someone with a mark so simr to mine living so close to me all this
time and I never realised! Her mark might be registered. I haven’t thought to
.i
check in over ten years. I stopped actively searching for answers as a teenager when I realised
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I wasn’t getting anywhere. Plus requesting information from the registration office costs money that I
definitely didn’t have. I figured I should prioritise saving to be able to afford to support myself when I
turned eighteen.” I add. Bemy nods his understanding. Somehow during this conversation I’ve
twisted and readjusted on hisp so that instead of sitting with him directly behind me, I’m sitting
sideways with my back against the arm of the couch and Bemy to my side with his back against the
actual seat. Actually, his legs have got to be falling asleep or be num or something by now surely? I’ve
been sitting here for ages. Even I’m getting stiff and I don’t have an entire person in myp.
I leap up out of Bemy’sp and sure enough, he begins stretching out his legs and arms. I roll my
eyes.
“You could have said something if you were ufortable.” I point out. He just shrugs.
“I wasn’t ufortable.” He says simply. Unable to concentrate due to my excitement I just ept it
and move on. I begin pacing the living room in haphazard circles. I even trip over a couple times. I
suddenly feel like I have a heap of excess energy and I don’t quite know where to aim it. On the third
time I trip over, Bemy gets to his feet and catches me, steadying me by my arms, but also preventing
me from pacing any further.
“You’re freaking out.” He observes.
“Of course I’m freaking out! I’ve been waiting my whole life for this kind of clue. Not to mention it might
exin why the psycho’s are after both myself and Kiara, there IS something that we have inmon.
Why aren’t you freaking out more?” I demand. Bemy
chuckles.
“Well we can’t both be freaking out, and I had my turn today already.” He jokes. I just roll my
eyes again.
“We will put in a request with the registration office first thing tomorrow. There really isn’t much we can
do right this second.” Bemy reasons. I groan in frustration. I’ve been waiting
years and now I have to wait again? It’s so annoying.
for v
“Come on, I’m sure we can find a way to keep you busy until morning.” Bemy winks at me and I
re. He justughs and leads me to the kitchen.
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“Time for another attempt at cooking dinner together I think.” He opens the fridge and
stands there staring at the contents. I wait… and wait… then wait some more.
“Uh, Bemy?” I question.
“I’m trying okay, I didn’t decide what to make beforeing in here and now that I’m at the fridge I am
just mentally nking on literally every meal I have ever eaten.” He says this inplete seriousness
and for some reason I find it hysterically funny. Maybe because Bemy is so in control all the time,
then ites time to pick something to eat and he’s justpletely stalled. I peer around his shoulder
to check out the contents of the freezer.
“What aboutsagna?” I suggest. He considers.
“Didn’t we cook pastast time though?” He reminds me. I shrug.
“I don’t know, maybe. But pasta is easy and neither of us are experts. Maybe we should start a book or
list of recipes to try or something?” Bemy nods his agreement.
“We definitely should. But I suppose for now,sagna works.” He starts grabbing ingredients
and we get to work.
Well, oursagna turned out edible. The edges were weirdly crunchy though, I’m not sure if
that means we under or over–cooked it. Maybe both? Can it even be both? I don’t know.
Either way we eat withoutint and when Megan joins us to eat she doesn’tment, although I
do notice she cuts the dry edge off and avoids it. Well, whatever. At least we tried. After dinner, Bemy
and I head back up to his room. I’m weirdly tired for someone who basically did nothing all day. I spend
a few minutes trying to meditate and think of Kiara, but I’m still too wired from realising we have simr
marks. I can’t rx well enough to even get close to clearing my thoughts. I give up pretty fast, knowingAll content is ? N0velDrama.Org.
that I’m wasting my time trying. My phone vibrates and I’m thrilled to have a reason to stop trying to
rx.
COCK TALES
Megan- So Harry, any entertaining stories for us tonight?
Amber- He’s sulking I bet. She took tonight off.
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Harry- IF YOU KNEW THAT WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME BEFORE I WENT THERE???
Amber- If you didn’t go there, I wouldn’t have had a vision of you going there and finding out
she isn’t there. I found out toote either way.
Ryann- Besides, you go there pretty much every night. It would be weird if you didn’t show just
because she isn’t in.
Harry— Whatever
Megan- Why wasn’t she in? Did anyone tell you?
Harry- No one would tell me anything.
Ryann- That’s pretty standard. I wouldn’t tell some guy about my coworker’s life or schedule
either.
Megan- She’s probably sick or something.
Harry-… You think she’s sick?!
Megan- She could be?
Harry- I should check on her.
Amber- Wait for it…
Ryann- ???
Harry- DAMN IT I forgot that I don’t have her number… or address. She won’t tell me. I have
no way to contact her.
Megan- Oh
Ryann- Oh
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Amber- Yup
Ryann- Sorry Harry, I’m sure she’s fine. Don’t worry too much.
After I’m done chatting with everyone, I curl up at Bemy’s side. It takes a while for me to sleep since
I’m so wound up, but Bemy’s constant breathing and his hand stroking soothing lines over my back
soon lulls me to sleep..