Author: Jo Nahmanaick PM
Before roaming the hallways of the former Aickman Funeral Home as a lonely ghost with a mission to fulfill, Jonah Aickman was a young man eager for his shot at life and love. Please Read & Review...Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Drama - Chapters: 11 - Words: 19,244 - Reviews: 42 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 09-07-11 - Published: 08-21-10 - id: 6260554
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If stories are food, this chapter is a chicken nugget. I'm sorry I've been M.I.A, but just got my computer back and I thought it would be good to serve up a little snack before getting back on track. I'll probably take this off when I have something better finished.
We laid on our backs, under a mild sun barely begining to heat up, looking upwards to the sky, with our arms interwined.
"I have a problem now," I said, "I'm really hungry, but I don't want to sit up; I'm good just where I am."
Florian reached with her arm to the side and took an apple out of the courier bag. "Here, you can start munching on this without having to move your lazy bum", she chuckled, took a bite from the apple, and then handed it to me. I took a crunching bite out of it, a little of the juice trickled down to the side of my face.
"Now we'll get kicked-out from Paradise for sure...", she joked, making a reference to the story of Adam and Eve.
When we finally sat up to eat, I ate with gusto; it was delicious already, but food tastes specially good when you're starving, and we barely spoke while we ate.
Florian had taken off her shoes and her beret and undid her loose ponytail. The sun shone on the top of her head showing a a halo of little stray hairs. She was looking off to the distance and her expression was pensive; for a moment I could see the child under the worldly woman exterior, and I cursed myself for not having my drawing tablet or my camera with me. I would comit to memory her soft profile and calmed stance for when I got home.
"Jonah...", she interrupted her own silence.
"What, Florian?", I answered, eager to know what was on her mind.
"Have you ever slept with a girl?"
That knocked the air out of my lungs.
"I-I guess not..." I started answering, not sure what to make of her curiousity, or where to rest my eyes, for that matter.
"You guess not? Did it happened and you were not present?", she mildly mocked me. "Sorry, I just couldn't restrain myself from making the joke...", she apologized looking at my puzzled expression and red cheeks.
"Why do you ask me that?"
"Well," she said returning to her pensive mood, "I ask you because... I had... been with guys. I just wanted to be honest from the start; just in case it was important to you...", she said as as-a-matter-of-factedly as she could, but I noticed how she was pressing her right foot toes against her left foot in an effort not to wring her hands while waiting for an answer.
"No, I don't care about things that happened before we even met."
"So, it's okay with you?", she said revealing a glint of relief.
"No", I answered sincerely.
"No? But you just said...", she said dismaying.
"No, because now I'm jelous that some other guy has had your love, birdie", I said holding a lock of her hair and playfully pulling at it.
Do any of you know how to say "queso" in English?
Anyway, this was (almost) for laughs; I just needed to upload something before you guys forgot about this story...