Speak In Tongues; Christa

[Christa Wilson]

I smile as he says that he lives close and shrug. "Do you use that on all the girls you pick up at the park?" I ask with a sarcastic tone. My head goes back to his shoulder when I'm on his lap and I smile slightly, snuggling close as he hugged me. "We could go to your place...if you have food. I'm starting to get hungry," I add, my hands against his chest as I leaned against him. I push open the shutter, receiving a wet welcome in return before closing them again. "Well, we can run to your house...unless you want to get wet," I reply with a shrug, my nose against Gene's neck. If we found the right place, I could also do the whole romantic kiss thing in the rain that happens in movies. That would be cute but I didn't think he was one of those kinds of guys.

[Gene Wasek]

"You know I do." I reply teasingly, sticking out my tongue at her. Her head rests on my shoulder before she snuggles into me. "Do I look like a guy who doesn't have food?" I ask sarcastically, rolling my light brown eyes at Christa. I watch as she peeks out the window before shutting it after rain blasted in like a water hose had started. I can't help but chuckle, shrugging my shoulders as she said we could run back to my place. "I don't mind getting wet." I add, my tone bland. I didn't, wasn't like it would mess up my hair or anything. "You wanna make a run for it?" I ask finally, raising my eyebrows at Christa. I was down for whatever she wanted to do, it didn't really matter to me.

[Christa Wilson]

I laugh lightly before sitting up and looking over him carefully. I shake my head and shrug. "I don't know. You're small enough to look it but I have no clue," I say, sticking my tongue out at him before kicking the door open and crawling out, squeaking as the cold rain wet the back of my shirt. I look down and wait for Gene, holding my arms against my chest. "Come on! It's cold out here!" I exclaim, moving around to keep warm. I kinda hoped he would let me wear one of his T-shirts when we got to his house because this was already half way soaked.

[Gene Wasek]

I watch as she looks me over before finally answering. "Whats the small comment supposed to mean?" I mutter before sitting up and getting on my knees. I crawl out after her, having a little trouble getting out. "C'mon." I say, taking off down the paved sidewalk that lead out of the park and then down the sidewalk of the street, my hair soon soaking and flapping against my face with each step. I look back to make sure Christa was following and run across the road as it was obvious that no cars were coming. I run into the shelter of the space under my building, pushing my now wet hair out of my face. "Now two flights of stairs!" I exclaim, starting up the stairs. I pull my keys out of my pocket as we reach my floor and I open the door to my apartment, flicking of the light and closing the door after us. "Ignore the mess." I say, though I meant the amount of space my drum set took up. This was my old one, my new one had a home at the jukyard where we practised.

[Christa Wilson]

I follow Gene as he runs and keep up a steady pace with him until we make it to the shelter, every part of me soaked. "Two flights of stairs?" I complain before bounding up them. I managed to pass him at some point and waited at the door until he opened it and followed him in. I walk to the drum set and stare at it for a second before walking away to make sure I didn't get it wet. I walked back to him and leaned against him, hugging him. "Keep me warm," I commanded as I forced myself under his arm. I looked around his place before looking at my feet. It was a nice size compared to my little apartment but I couldn't complain. It kept me dry and warm. That was all I really needed.

[Gene Wasek]

I set my keys on the kictchen counter, looking over as she wandered over to inspect my drum set. "See. I wasn't lying." I say playfully. I chuckle as Christa comes over to force herself under my arm and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her to me. "You want something dry? I want to change, too." I offer, pulling back to look at her with raised eyebrows before letting her go. I let go of her and wander through the living room to my room, pulling open a drawer and pulling out a Misfits shirt and my Chelsea Grin shirt. I grab a pair of gym shorts for myself before walking back out to hold the Misfits shirt out to her. "Don't follow me, the bathrooms' over there." I say, pointing before heading back into my room, shutting the door behind me. I sit down on my bed to unlace my boots and slip them off my feet. I pull my soaking shirt over my head, pushing my faded orange hair out of my face as I turn my back to the door.

[Christa Wilson]

My eyes meet his once he asks if I want something dry and I nod almost immediatly. All of my clothing was soaked. It wasn't a nice feeling for me. I wait as he goes to his room and look around. The place was nice but the drum set was calling my name. I only dabbled in playing but it was a nice feeling when I did play. I smile when he offers me a shirt and nod," Awe, but what if I wanted to follow you?" I ask, sticking my lower lip at Gene. I walk in the direction he pointed to the bathroom and smile. Pulling off my shirt, I kick the door closed and place it in the sink. My bra was even soaked through. I sigh and take it off, placing it in the sink as well. I didn't want to soak the shirt that I was borrowing so it only made sense in my mind. Once the shirt was on, I smiled at how it fit me like a dress and decided to take off my shoes and pants as well. I only hoped it wouldn't make Gene uncomfortable.

[Gene Wasek]

I reach down to pull my socks off, they were the only thing virtually dry from the run back here. I pull my skinny jeans down, wriggling to get them off. I huff at my slightly wet boxers before mentally saying 'screw it' and pulling them off as well before pulling on the gym shorts- I never really wore them with boxers, anyway. I then reach for my Chelsea Grin shirt and pull it over my head, deciding I'd plug in my hair dryer for both of us. I gather my wet clothing and exit my room, leaning against the wall. "You decent?" I call, not wanting to just waltz in. But, I needed to lay my clothes out on the shower so they could dry.

[Christa Wilson]

I hear footsteps outside and tie up my soaked hair before opening the door. "Depends on your definition of decent," I say, shrugging. I grab my wet clothes and lay them out on the tub of the shower, my bra hiding under my shirt. This was the weirdest thing I have done but I didn't like wet clothing. I glance back at Gene and hug him before walking out of the bathroom. "Thanks for the shirt," I call over my shoulder before plopping down on the couch and closing my eyes. I needed a little break, this morning was too eventful for my casual taste. I put my arms over my eyes and sigh, trying to rest my eyes for a bit before getting back up. The kitchen...where would the kitchen be? I decided to just wander around, finding the kitchen almost instantly. The fridge was almost like a blessing when I saw it.

[Gene Wasek]

I raise my eyebrows as she opens the door before turning to lay out her stuff on the tub. I can't help but watch before looking at my feet when she turned back around. Christa walks up to hug me before going back into the living room. "Not a problem." I reply, stepping in to toss my shirt over the rail, then y pants and boxers. I honestly didn't care if she say them; she'd probably just assume that I'd put on clean ones. Let's just hope that Christa didn't try and be funny and shank me. I walk back out to find the living room empty and roll my eyes, going into the kitchen to find her peering inside of the fridge. I stay silent for a moment, my light brown eyes roving over ehr before chuckling and walking over. "Hungry?" I ask sacastically, setting my head on her shoulder.

[Christa Wilson]

I keep my eyes in the fridge, looking through it before deciding I'd make us a meal. I jump when I hear Gene's voice before his head meets my shoulder. "God, you scared the shit out of me!" I hiss, holding my chest as if my heart was trying to escape. I pull out some chicken, cheese,an egg, butter, and milk. I smile and set it on the counter, looking back at Gene. "Okay, I need, salt and pepper, olive oil, flour, bread crumbs, and spaghetti sauce," I say, looking around for a skillet. I finally find one deep enough and place it on the stove, turning on the corresponding eye before putting in the butter and some olive oil. "Also, if you have some type of pasta we can add that as well. And, no macaroni does not count as pasta," I say, looking back and smiling.

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[Gene Wasek]

I chuckle as she jumps nearly ten feet in the air before turning on me. I watch as she pulls out chicken, cheese, and other stuff. I feel lost, I was usually the one that cooked, both for myself and Att and Riddle when they came over. "Salt, pepper, olive oil, flour, egg, butter, milk. Got it." I repeat, gathering the needed things before placing them on the counter for her. I probably had one of the best stocked kitchens that a bachelor could have, honestly. Though I did have frozen pizzas and hot pockets for when I was lazy and didn't want to cook, which happened fairly often. "Glad you're making yourself at home." I say sarcastically, pushing my slightly wet hair out of my face as I watched Christa.

[Christa Wilson]

I smile as Gene recites his list before catching the mistakes. "Salt, pepper, olive oil, flour, bread crumbs, spaghetti sauce. Come on, Gene. Don't make me have to be like my mother," I joke as I season the chicken with salt and pepper that he brought. I got a small bowl and placed a little flour in before putting the chicken in as well and shaking off the access. "Oh, well, its the Italian in me. Get to a kitchen and I can't help but let the masterpieces arrive," I say sticking my tongue out. I look back and crack an egg in a separate bowl and put some milk in with it before mixing it. Once mixed, I place the chicken in it and wait for the breadcrumbs. I smile to myself as I watch Gene run around and giggle lightly. I kinda thought it was like us living together, though that was kind of a weird thought.

[Gene Wasek]

I groan as I have to go back to put stuff back before grabbing a box of breadcrumbs and opening a cabnet to pull out a jar of spaghetti sauce. I put them down in front of Christa before pulling opena different cupboard to grab a box of pasta. "There." I say triumphantly, crossing my arms over my chest. I roll my eyes as she goes on about how she's italian and lean against the fridge, crossing my arms over my chest. I run a hand through my hair again, glad that I didn't have to break out the hair dryer. That would've made me seem pretty feminine, but you enver knew when you'd need it.

[Christa Wilson]

I smile as he replaces the items and place the chicken in the flour for a second to open the breadcrumbs and mix them with some cheese. The chicken soon follows before it is put into the pan. I look over at Gene and smile for a second before adding in a few more pieces that follow the same process. "Okay, plate please?" I ask once the chicken has been browned on both sides. Once I got the plate, I would have to place the sauce inside the skillet. I wash my hands before pulling out a pot and filling with water and a dab of olive oil before starting an eye for it.