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You should try it sometime.

No. I just miss the sleeping.

R-Right—I wouldn’t know anything about that.

You, uh, you said it like you were missing someone..

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I don't know yet. I couldn't tell.

Surprised you couldn't hear it though. Aren't you a werewolf too?

N-No.

What is it?

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Most definitely.

Hey, are you thinking I burn food?

That’s good to hear.

I’m not that picky about food. I guess I’d eat anything as long as it’s not completely burned.

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Rome huh? That actually sounds like a good place to visit. Well for you, I think you would have to ride in style, making sure that you are always comfortable. Well I try to be, I don't always succeed.

Rome would have to be number one on the list. Backpacking around Europe sounds like such a fun idea, but I don’t think it’d be of much use to me. [She smiled, grabbing a small cart to carry around the store as she looked at tomatoes] Well, it’s good to know that some high school boys are still gentlemen. 

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I don't. I'm not into the betrayal and killing thing.

Exactly. Just let me know what kind of food you like and I'll make sure you got some.

Well, if you do not plan on betraying or killing me…

It’s definitely better than being all by myself and staring out of the window.

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Where in Europe have you wanted to go? I wouldn't mind going backpacking around Europe actually, or the world. That would be pretty awesome. [He frowned playfully as he let out a small chuckle.] Nothing too bad, at least I don't think so. It's not about being on a date at all, it's about being a gentleman. And yes, I will let you know.

I’ve always wanted to go to Europe. Not so much, London. But just Europe. Is there something going on here? [She furrowed her eyebrows before laughing] This can be an exception then, besides it’s not like we’re on a date. Opening the door for women should be saved for dates, not leading a stranger to the supermarket. [She squeezed his hand, letting him know she was only joking] Alright, well if you come across a frazzled, tall, klutz, can you tell me as soon as possible?

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Oh, don't worry. I understand your point. I mean, I wouldn't want to put my trust in anyone so quickly and then find out they were betraying me the whole time. I would be pissed. It definitely would not kill you to do that.

I usually don’t trust people without knowing them for years, but your face doesn’t scream ‘serial killer’ to me. So I guess it won’t kill me if I actually spend Christmas with you.

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Thanks. That means a lot.

Yeah I used to live there actually. It was good while it lasted. With things going on, it makes me want to go back for a little bit. [He watched her open the door to the store, walking in with her in hand.] You know I'm the one who's supposed to open the door. [He continued to hold her hand gently as he looked around, thinking about the description she gave him.] She sounds familiar. Not sure though.

[She nods] You got it. Same goes to you, if you need anything, I’m here.

London? You’ve been to London. Huh. What’s it like there? [She opens the door for them before walking inside the grocery store] Gabrielle. Tall, long dark hair, tan. You couldn’t miss her, her appearance screams Gabrielle.

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It's nice to meet you too.

It’s nice to meet you, Jackson. I’m Laurel.

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Oh, okay. Yeah definitely. Whenever you need something, just let me know and I'll try to help.

Yes, that's right. Well maybe except for London. I did like that place a lot. Who's the friend?

Uhm.. No. No, I’m actually out of high school. But hopefully you’ll see me around town?

Understandable. You can’t always like a place, right? [She shrugs] It’s okay, I’ve been looking for my friend, but I can’t.. Find her. 

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It's Jackson.

I don’t even know your name.

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Oh really? Do you go to the high school? Maybe I'll see you around.

Sometimes I do, but not always. What about you? Do you like it here so far?

[She notices that he didn’t let go, causing her to blush] A week or two, give or take. Do you like living here?

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You didn't hear that?

What is?

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Could have fooled me, Hale girl. I mean sleeping with someone, waking up next to them, in my arms, playing with their hair and kissing their forehead as I let them sleep.

What do you mean who's missing?

I’m not deaf—I did hear you, but I didn’t understand what you meant?

Who’s missing?

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It's okay. I understand that. Well it's up to you really. You could say no.

It wouldn't hurt my feelings.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s okay with me. I love my family, even if they’re a bit narrow-minded. Wow, that’s really kind of you. I don’t know whether I can accept this offer though.