Garrett looked out and saw the girl he'd bumped into earlier and froze. He didn't know what to do. Was she going t ocome and beat him up? He didn't know what to do.
Once the burgers were finished, William put two of them onto buns, then kept the others. He liekd his without bread, the other two were for his nephew. He put ketchup, mustard, and crinkle cut dill pickles on the two sandwiches. "Garrett!"
Garrett rushed inside. He grabbedhis burgers, bit into one, muttered a "thanks, then ran out a different door so the girl from earlier wouldn't see him.
Erie jumped when the out darted out of the back-door, he was eating a hamburger. She frowned hungrily, and tried to back pedal to get out of sight before he saw her. She didn't particualr want to be seened hanging around here before she robbed the place lter on today or tonight, whichever she deemed the safest.
Friday inwardly snickered at the boy when he ran into the house. He was scared of her! She changed her mind, he was definently Plutonian. She deicded to make her way back to the orphanage. She walked slowly, and rather lazily back the way she'd come. She still studied the passing people and made up lives, carreers and names for them.
Garrett pretended he was eating with a friend. Pretty juvenile for a 16 year-old boy, but he didn't really have any friends. Not even at school. He sighed and ate his burger slowly. "Any takers for a second burger?" he asked, knowing that no one was around to answer.
Erie, OK this Garrett may not have al his marbles, but hey he was offering a free burger! Who would pass that up? "I will!" she called her voice was slghtly deeper than the average girl's voice. Walking forward, one hand in her pocket gripping her switchblade in case this was a trick. She stuck her hand out when she was about2 and 1/2 feet away from Garrett.
Garrett stared. She had appeared out of nowhere, and he was scared for his life. Might as well keep his word. He grabbed the second burger and walked it to her, placing it in her hand. "Umm, here you go," he murmured, not looking her in the eye.
William wondered what was so interesting to Garrett outside. He walked outside, then stopped as he seen him giving a girl his burger. "Garrett, who's your friend?" he asked, hoping to God he sounded kind. Judging by Garrett's stunned reaction, he had.
Who eats a hamburger without bread?! Erie thought as the burger was placed in her hand. William came out and asked Garrett who she was. Erie shoved half the burger in her mouth and ate it quickly, she swallowed and then ate the other half, she she was being rude, but she didn't care. She'd actaully been taught manners and she was hungry, plus she didn't want Garrett to changed his mind. She wiped her hand on her shorts and stared at the two men...well one boy one man, wondering what would happen next. Her habd was still clitchng her switchblade.
William noticed her tension and the hand in her pocket. He knew she had a weapon. He evaluated his options quickly. He could call the cops, but she was tiny and probably uick enough to escape before they got there. He could take her, but he didn't want Garrett to come under harm. She wanted food though. "Would you like something more to eat?" he asked her. He was a little concerned. Looking harder, it seemed like she hadn't eaten a good meal in, well, her life.
Erie had been thinking of smart aleck responses to who she was lile, 'I'm Angelina Jo Lee, are you Brad Pitt? ' or 'I'm the President can't you tell?'. She was startled when William off he rmore food she studied him, weighing her options and running through ever way this situation could end from her being kidnapped to her running off. She shrugged, "Sure." she said, she didn't relax, not yet, not until she decided it was safe. She guessed that the man was a vet by the way he acted. And you could trust vets right? Her brother had always said if you need someone to run too, go to a military man/former military man first.
William ran through his head any idea for a big, filling meal, coming to the conclusion that Garrett would at the same time. "Spaghetti?" they asked simultaneously. They looked at each other, bewildered. William shrugged and went inside to find the noodles. Garrett followed. "You can come in."
Erie nodded,, she stepped inside and looked around, it was a nice house, much cleaner and bigger than her own. She looked at her shoes, not sure if she had to take them off. She looked at Garrett, and remembered she still hadn't introduced herself to him. She'd been to startled by the two men atually being nice and offering her food. "I'm Erie." she grunted.
"Garrett," he mumbled, scared of her. She had a weapon! What was he supposed to do against someone who was armed? William found the noodles, set them on the conter, and walked to Erie, extending his hand. "Hello, my name is William. I am Garrett's uncle." He stood erect, hoping Garrett would know betetr than to say something off-hand
Erie nodded and looked William up and down. He was definently former military, they way he stood , talked, walked, he just exuded it. "Thank you for your service, sir." she added, hoping she hadn't totally misjudged William, that would be awkward to say the least. She took her POWMIA hat off, trying to be respectful, she usaully was very disrespectful towards people, but first off this WIlliam mad eher nervous, he was so big and stong looking, he could easily beat her up, second off she was highly respectful of military men.
"Do not thank me," he stated. "Thank the country. If it wasn't for its existence, I would have had no liberty or freedom to protect." Garrett felt pride swell up in his own chest. His uncle may be strict, but at least he had honor and integrity. He would be scared around this girl, but William was perfectly calm and controlled. Maybe manning up would be a good idea after all.
"You sound like Josiah." Erie muttered under her breath. She tilted her hea dto the side, one hand in her pocket, the other hold and nervously fiddling with her ballcap. She heard the sizzling of boiling water from what the direction of the kitchen. Or at least she hoped it was the kitchen, if they were boiling wate rin their livingroom she was worried. "Waters boiling." she commented gruffly.
"I am aware." He gave a tiny smile before he walked into the kitchen, opening the noodles and dumping them in the pot. "So, are you a runaway?" He was more curious than anything. It wouldn't be the first time he'd helped a runaway. He'd helped his friend run away from his house once when his dad was violently inebriated.
"No." Erie said then she puased, "Well maybe..sort of..." she added, she wasn't sure what to clssify herself as. Yes she didn't go home usaully and stayed away as much as possible. But she hadn't run away techniquely because she came home sometimes, just when her father wasn't around, or hopefully wasn't around. She sat down at the kitchen table and put her hat back on.
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William turned he heat on the noodles way down and opened a cupboard, pulling out a jar of sauce. "I hope you're not allergic to tomatoes or something," he said, taking out a shallow pan and opening the sauce. He poured it into the pan and set it so it would simmer. "How old are you?"
Garrett kept his mouth shut. Throw a runaway into the mix and he was a perfect host. Give him his own nephew and it was all strict.
"No, I'm not allergic." Erie said, "16." she added answering his otehr question. She tapped her fingers against her side nervously, her eyes darting around teh room, taking it in, finding escape routes, and measuring threats. She felt awkward being the center of attention, garrett looked a bit bitter about something. She looked at her fingers tapping out a march against her shorts at a fast rate, Erie had always wondered if she was ADHD or just jumpy. "What service were you in?" she asked, trying to ease the tension in the room and mae conversation. Though she sucked at making conversation, she guessed awkward geeks could make conversation better than she could.
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