Chapter 4 - Potterhead
I could smell it.
I sat up straight up in my bed as if the smell alone gave me energy.
I walked down the hall and into the kitchen. Half expecting a bear of a ninja to be sitting at the table staring into nothing. But I was met with no one.
My brother must have turned the coffee pot on before he started getting ready for work.
I searched the cabinets until I find the mugs and I pulled out the biggest one.
Jackson walked into the kitchen, holding his boots.
I smiled at my brother.
"I forgot you're a coffee addict, I don't have any of that creamer crap you like."
"We can't all drink it black like you, brother."
My nice way of saying that other people had actual taste buds.
"I'll be at work all day. You'll be okay here?"
"Yep. I'll be fine, Jackson."
I reassured him.
The front door swung open and Beau walked in dressed in his uniform and holding a box of donuts.
I looked over at Jackson and he shrugged.
"Jackson said you wanted donuts."
Beau said as he placed the box on the table.
I pressed my lips into a flat line.
"You didn't have to do that."
I told him.
I opened the box to see that four were missing. I peeked up at Beau and noticed that he was grinning.
"Got hungry on the way over."
"I see that."
I smiled up at him.
"Want one Jack?"
I asked my brother.
"Yeah just shove one in my mouth."
He opened his mouth as he laced up his boots.
I shook my head but did as he said. Boys.
"I'll be back at around 5."
He said after he inhaled the donut.
"She's gonna be here alone all day?"
Hello, I'm standing right here.
"Lock the doors."
Beau told me before walking through the kitchen and out the door.
Jackson didn't seem to notice Beau's behavior and if he did he wasn't concerned with it. Maybe I shouldn't have been either.
"We have an appointment tomorrow morning to get your ID. That way you can come and go as you please, buy stuff from the store on base."
I told him as I sat at the table in front of the box of donuts.
"See you later."
He said as he walked out of the door and locked it behind him.
"Looks like its just us."
Yep, I was talking to a half-eaten box of donuts. I needed to make friends as soon as possible. As if she knew I was thinking of her, Maria's name passed across my cell phone's screen.
I said as I flipped my phone open.
"Hey, Riv... So, tell me... how is it so far?"
"Well, I've been here like five seconds Maria... It's kinda hard to gauge right now."
I told her as I took a bite of a donut.
"Right... I'm getting ahead of myself. Is it pretty at least?"
"Yeah, what I've seen so far. I think I'll like it here."
"Good... hey, I've got to head to school. Call you later?”
"Yep. Do that."
I said before telling her bye.
Geez, I hoped this new school brought me someone like her. If not, I was screwed.
I went to my room and picked up my copy of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I decided I was going to reread it before watching the movie next month when it came out in theaters. I would have to rope Jackson into going with me.
For some reason I found myself wondering if Beau liked Harry Potter. Something about that made me laugh. Trying to imagine him sitting in a movie theater holding a giant tub of popcorn while sipping blue raspberry Icee sent me into a fit of giggles.
I calmed myself enough to let J.K. Rowling take over. I read myself to sleep and woke up to an annoying ding dong noise. It took me a solid two minutes to realize that it was the doorbell.
I rolled out of my bed with my book in my hand and didn't bother looking in the mirror. Whoever was on the other side of the door deserved whatever version of me they were about to get.
Who rang the doorbell that many times anyway?
I slid the lock and opened the door.
"What took so long?"
Beau's smiling face asked before my vision even adjusted properly to the blazing sun.
"I was taking a nap."
I told him as I backed away from the door, letting him inside.
He walked in and threw his body onto the couch, sighing loudly.
"Did you... need something?"
I asked, really unsure why he was even here.
"Oh, no. I come here sometimes on my lunch break, my apartment is too far for me to make it back to work on time. Forgot my key today though."
I sat down on the recliner and looked aimlessly around the room. What the heck was I supposed to do now? I felt weird going back to my room while he was just sitting out here.
"You don't have to entertain me, River. Go finish your nap."
He suggested as if he could read my mind.
"Nah, I better not. Actually, I'm hungry, I'm going to make something to eat... want anything?"
I asked while standing up and walking toward the kitchen.
"I'll eat whatever you make... I'm not picky."
I laughed to myself.
I figured as much. There was no way someone could inhale food the way he did and be picky.
Ten minutes later we were sitting across from one another at the kitchen table, eating omelets and bacon because those are the only things I could cook with the little bit of food Jackson had in the refrigerator. I needed that ID as soon as possible or we were going to starve.
"What does Jackson eat? He hardly has any food here."
"Mostly pizza and cheeseburgers. He does grill occasionally."
He shrugged before he shoved a piece of bacon in his mouth.
That was no good. Seemed as though Jackson needed me more than I originally thought.
I was too busy thinking about all the trash my brother had been eating to realize that Beau had my book in his hand, thumbing through the pages.
"A Potterhead, huh?"
"Maybe. Have you read them?"
There was no way.
"I have. Haven't seen the movies though. Those tend to ruin books."
He smiled and I nodded.
"You're right, they do. But you should watch the movies, there are some differences but in this case, they don't ruin anything."
"The new movie comes out soon, right?"
I nodded, sitting up straight.
"That's why I'm reading the book again, the movie comes out two days before my birthday. I'm going to try and talk Jackson into taking me."
"Good luck... That old man falls asleep twenty minutes into every movie we've ever watched together."
"Yeah... You're probably right."
I looked down at my lap, picking at my fingernails.
I could just go alone. It wasn't like it would be the first time.
"I could go with you. I'd have to watch the other movies first though. Maybe if we can get Jackson to watch them they would hold his interest long enough to convince him to come to the theater with us."
He suggested, putting the book back down onto the table.
"Yeah... Maybe so."
I said but I couldn't ignore the nagging feeling of me possibly wanting my brother to sit this one out.
I should've ignore it.
I needed to ignore it.
But I also needed a friend if I was going to survive this town and Beau Holmes seemed as good as any.
Maybe even better.