from the novel 'Shiver'
The first thing Sam said to me the next day was, "It's time to take you on a proper date." Actually, the very first thing he said was, "Your hair is all funky in the morning." But the very first lucid thing he said (I refused to believe my hair looked funky in the morning) was the date statement. It was a "work day" for the teachers at school, so we had the entire day to ourselves- which felt indulgent. He said this while stirring some oatmeal and looking over his shoulder toward th efront door. Even though my parents had disappeared early for some sort of business outing for my dad's, Samstill seemed worried that they would reappear and hunt him down with pitchforks.
I joined him at the corner and leaned against it, peering down into the pan. I wasn't thrilled by the prospect of oatmeal. I had tried to make it before, and it had tasted very... healthy. "So about this date. Where are you taking me? Someplace exciting, like the middle of the woods?"
He pressed his finger against my lips, right where they parted. He didn't smile. "On a normal date. Food and fun fun fun."
I turned my face so his hand was against my hair instead. "Yeah, sounds like it," I said sarcastically, because he still wasn't smiling. "I didn't think you did normal."
"Get me two bowls, would you?" Sam said.I set them on the counter and Sam divided the oatmeal between them, releasing a sweet scent. "I just really want to do a proper date, so you'll have something real to rem-"
He stopped and looked down into the bowls, arms braced against the counter, shoulders shrugged up by his ears. Finally, he turned and said, "I want to do things right. Can we try to do normal?"
With a nod, I accepted one of the bowls and tried a spoonful- it was all brown sugar and maple something sort of spicy. I pointed an oatmeal- covered spoon at Sam. "I have no problm doing normal. This stuff is sticky."
"Ingrate," Sam said. He looked dolefully at his bowl. "You don't like it."
"It's actually okay."
Sam said, "Beck used to make it for me, after I got over my egg fixation."
"You had an egg fixation?"
"I was a peculiar child," Sam said. He gestured to my bowl. "You don't have to eat it if don't like it. When you're done, we'll go."
"Go where?"
"Surprise."
to be continued in next post......
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authored by 'Maggie Stiefvater'
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