Eating: A Fictional Narrative

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After what seem like an eternity, we were finally out of the diner. Eating was awkward, after that confession, who would be able to just push it aside. It must've been hard on him, to lose control and burn someone like that, what would I have done? It also seems like that time at the apartment might have been a involuntary use of his fire. The women that inside him didn't tell him the risk of him being a host, wait it a women? It couldn't be, can it? Snapping out of my thoughts I pulled the car aside and smack a sleeping person next to me on the head, earning a small groan from him. “That women or thing that inside you, is she Rachel? I asked Derek looked at me blankly before leaning his head back on the door and falling back to sleep. ‘are you kidding?’ I thought to myself, …show more content…
He just smiled before I felt something tracing my jawline and warm air hitting my right ear. I heard a soft and quiet whisper, at first I didn't understand it, but then I manage to hear it. “Wouldn't you like to know”
I turned around to find out dared invade the car, but instead found nothing. I went back to my seat, turning to my head to the side to the side to face Derek, but he was already sleeping. ‘man this guy is going to be the death of me’ after thinking this i heard a soft chuckle. ‘did he hear my thoughts?’ We drove further down the road, finally stopping at a motel. Going through the highway exit, relieve started washing over my body. I don't know how much more driving i can take. Parking the car and turning to wake Derek up. It earned me a groan when i shook him, but he didn't wake up. ‘okay, let get back at him for all the joke he did earlier’ i thought to myself. I scream ‘Derek they found us’ really loud, enough to wake him up. I've never seen anyone stand up straight in a car really fast. Derek hit his head against the ceiling of the car, a dent left in it place where derek hit his