You gals and your fazmatazmic comments make me happy. And Jen, I will be sure to read Twilight.
So, here is the next chapter. I don't like how short it is, but I have a pre-calc test coming up, and I have writer's block...arg.
Chapter Vijf:
“Tell me something…” Joe began, following me into my room. We’d been given adjoining hotel rooms and apparently, that gave him the right to walk into mine.
“A giraffe has the same number of bones in its neck that humans do.” I sat down my bags.
“What?” He looked puzzled.
“You said to tell you something. So I did.” He rolled his eyes. I sat down on the edge of the bed. “What?”
“How am I supposed to shave? Or fix my hair? Or make sure I don’t have a stain on my shirt? Or…”
“That’s what I’m here for. You’ll eventually learn to compensate for your lack of reflection. But until then, I will help you with all of that.”
“You’re going to straighten my hair?” I nodded. “And you’re going to shave me?”
“Joseph, I would think you can shave your own legs without a mirror and without me.”
“I do NOT shave my legs.” He folded his arms across his chest and tried to stare me down. We both started laughing.
“Joe, I will shave you.” His smile faded. “Are you nervous?” I grinned wickedly.
“Not sure I should let you near my throat with a razor.”
“Joe, you won’t die if someone slits your throat. It’s a stake through the heart or nothing. So chill out, ok?” I paused. “Besides, I have problems killing spiders. There’s nothing for you to worry about.”
