The romantic sooky sooky story PART11

The scent of bacon and eggs filled his nose, but what caused him to open his eyes...was the smell of coffee. He sat up and stretched for a while, then got out of bed to drag himself to the kitchen, contrary to popular belief, he hated mornings(who doesn't?).

She had her back to him, flipping bacon and spooning butter on top of eggs to cook the whites(thats how i do it when i'm making a sunny side up egg =P). "Morning," He said groggily. "Dobroye utro ( Good morning)”, she said, not even glancing behind her.  He nodded and took that as a 'good morning', too lazy to even ask what the word meant.

He jumped two feet in the air when he heard the bread pop out of the the toaster, then slowly sat back down again, muttering, "Damn toaster...nearly gave me a heart attack..." He stopped his musings when she placed a large plate of eggs, bacon and orange segments in front of him, then another beside him. She buttered some toast and poured two cupfuls of coffee, adding milk and white sugar to hers. She walked over to him, put some toast in his plate, then the coffee beside his plate, did the same for herself and sat down beside him.

As she sat down, she closed her eyes. He watched her for a while, wondering what she was doing, until she opened her eyes and began eating, which he proceeded to do as well.

"Thank you for breakfast, Leena."

"Velcome." She mumbled, taking a sip of coffee.

"Wow, with this kinda treatment, you must have been good to your boyfriend!" He said laughing, but stopped as soon as he saw the look on her face.

She sat, a piece of toast mid-way to her mouth, her eyes widened. She lowered her arms into her lap and stared at them.

"Oh...I'm...I'm sorry, I forgot." He murmured, looking away in shame.

"So have I." She replied. She continued eating, her eyes glistening from unshed tears.

He opened his mouth to comfort her, but he closed it, then tried to change the subject, "So, you learned to speak English by watching television?"

“Da. I watch tv for….” She looked up at the sky like she was thinking, “Seven hours.”

He nearly choked on a piece of bacon, “You watched t.v. for SEVEN HOURS!?”

"Da." She simply replied, sipping coffee.

"What does that mean?" 

"Vhat?" she looked at him now, her eyebrow raised.

"That word, 'da'." He turned to her as well.

"Oh, it means, 'yes'." She nodded to show him what she meant.

"Oh, okay" He smile and went back to eating.

"Oh, btw, there are some clothes in the bag by your bed, and...other things...Do you know how to use a washing machine?" he asked.

"Net...no." She replied.


"Well, I'm going to show you, then you can do your own laundry when I'm not here, I know you don't want me to see your...stuff." He said.


She blushed and looked away. "Okay. After breakfast."


He nodded and they ate in silence. They finished and as she washed all the dishes, he got all his laundry as well as hers, laundry detergent, bleach and dryer sheets, well dressed in work clothes.


"Come on," he shouted over his shoulder. "I'll show you." He said, dropping a pair of black uggs in front of the door.


She placed the plates in the dryer and ran to the door, stopping short. She looked down at the shoes, then up at him. "Put them on, with your socks on. It's cold down there." He said, a smile on his face.


She smiled and slipped her feet into the warm shoes. He locked the door behind her, then made his way downstairs, Leena following closely.


He opened a door to a basement, lined with washing machines and dryers.


"So, all colours, all dark clothes and all white should be washed separately. So I'm going to do all the colours first." He said as he put all the coloured clothing together, the put them in a washing machine. "Since it was a big load, add 2 cup fulls of this detergent, like this." He demonstrated by pouring some detergent in a cap, then pouring it into the machine.


"Then adjust the load, based on the size. This is a lot of clothes, so we would turn the dial to 'large', and since its coloured clothes, use warm water. Dark colours use cold water, and whites use warm or hot water. For white, add a little bleach, to keep them bright."

She nodded, taking everything he said into her memory.

He closed the machine, and pushed the button, listening to the water filling up. He put the basket of clothes on top of the machine and walked over to a dryer. He opened it and took a dryer sheet of the box on top of the clothes, "When those are done, put this sheet in the dryer, then the clothes. Turn this dial to 'large' because it's a large load. Close the dryer, and push the button to start it." She nodded again. He put the sheet on top of the clothes and turned to her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She blushed and looked at his hand on her person, then looked at him, "I'm going to work now Leena. There's chinese in the fridge from last night, you can warm it up in the microwave then eat that if you get hungry." She nodded dumbly, her face hot.

He nodded and walked up the stairs, leaving her in the basement by herself. She stared at his back, watching him go up the stairs, the blush slowly fading.

He opened the door to his apartment, grabbed his bag and key and made his way back to the basement.
She stood watching the close being worked in a counter-clockwise motion. "Hey," he said, startling her out of her thoughts, "Here's the key to the apartment, when you're done, you can go back up." She nodded and took the key. She looked around for somewhere to put it, then bent down and put it in her shoe.

He chuckled and adjusted his tie, "See you."

She turned back to the washing machine, watching the suds swirl.
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He arrived at work, early as ever and opened all the locks and codes. He watched as the regularly scheduled janitor came in to wipe the floors and the desks clean. He organized some files, and messages, all the while wondering how Leena was doing with the laundry.
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She took great care in everything she did, following James' instructions to the tee and she took the last of the whites out and put them in the basket. She closed the dryer and trudged up the stairs, stopping to close the basement door behind her. As she made her way to the apartment, she was stopped by two familiar men who met her half-way up the stairs.

"Uhhh, good morning miss." One said.

 "Dobroye utro ( Good morning)”, she said, a little cautious.

"My name is Detective Jones and this is my partner Detective Stephens. We spoke to you at the hospital, remember?"

She thought for a while, racking her small memory for their face, "Oh! Da! Yes, I remember you! Come, come inside!" she said excited, they were detectives, maybe they had found out her identity. She rushed to the apartment door, basket in hand, and reached down to her shoe, retrieving the key and unlocked the door quickly.

She opened it and the detectives strolled in casually as she placed the basket on the bed, ran to the kitchen and turned around, "Vould you both like something to drink?"

"Some coffee would be nice, it's freezing out there." Det. Jones replied.

She nodded and retrieved two mugs, walked over to the coffee pot and poured them two hot cups. She walked over to them, handing them the mugs and turned around, walked back to the cupboard to get cream and sugar. She fetched them and placed them on the coffee table, along with two tea spoons.

She sat in the chair in front of them, hands folding in front of her and eagerly awaited the words that would hopefully bring her some relief.

"So, " Jones began, "We...we still haven't found out who you are yet."

She sighed, her shoulders slumped, but she still stared at him.

"The hairs we found on your suit belongs to a George Lewis, and Nicholas Murray, two convicts released on probation. Now, with you having amnesia, and the hair of these criminals found on your body, we think it goes much deeper than this."

She was interested now, "How deep?"

"We don't know. But the last known place these boys were seen was at the Canadian/American Border. Which seems suspicious, that would be violating their probation. Then it hit us, they were running. Running from what? We don't know, be we've contacted the Canadian government and police to hand them over as soon as they're located." said Det. Stephens.

"Alright, at least it is progress." She nodded.

"You learned English fast." Det. Jones said happily, trying to change the mood.

"Yes, I vatch alot of television." A small smile graced her face.

"Wow, t.v. actually has a valid use." Stephens said, chuckling.

They all laughed, while the Detectives rose from the couch. "Well, that's all we've got for now Miss.."

"Leena. James has named me Leena." She replied.

"That's a nice name." Jones said with a smile.

She nodded and followed them as they made their way to the door, "Has James been treating you well, Leena?" Stephens asked.

"Das, very well. I am comfortable." She replied.

"Good." The detectives mumbled. "We'll be back if we have any updates, or to check on you." Jones added.

"Das, I will be waiting." She said.

They nodded and left, as she closed the door behind them. She walked over to the clothes and began folding, hoping that they would find out who she is as soon as possible.

Chap 12 Spoiler- The princess is dead?!

Life As I know it

So here's an update of my life. I'm sure everyone knows about my on again/off again poisonous relationship. But you know what pisses me off? When you ask the person over and over again if their cheating, and they laugh in your face and claim their not, but yet people from all over are calling you telling you otherwise. It's like as soon as you say, "Kay, time to grow up and trust." Someone calls u n says some shit like "oh, yknow i saw ___ with ___, i didn't know you two broke up." and you have no choice but to say, "I didn't know that either."

So what do you do after this happens..not once, not twice, but so many times you feel like you're going to rip your hair out?

LEAVE THEM ALONE.

There, your life will be much better. If you both are meant to be, then it will happen for you. If not, then u two will stay out of contact, date other people, see if u really want to be with that person...etc.

So, here wat, im gonna start dating around :)

YER YER YER!!!!!!!!!!!

The romantic sooky sooky story PART 10

It was 5:36pm as James watched the janitor wipe the floors for the last time that day. As soon as she put her materials away, and bid him farewell, he took a good long look at the art gallery. He stretched, and then walked around the gallery, entering all manner of codes, locked the glass door along with the metal blinds and secured them to the ground. The gallery was properly protected.

He jumped on his black Yamaha bike, his bag slung over his shoulder and began his small journey home. He stopped at a small Chinese restaurant on a corner and bought shrimp friend rice, orange chicken, broccoli beef and pork spring rolls(hey, he’s big on meat ^_^ in a non-homo way @_@). He tied the large bag of food to the back and made his way home.

On his way home, he passed a department store and stopped short. ‘She does need a few things,’ he thought. He turned the ignition off, and slowly reversed till he was in front of the store. He parked his bike, took his helmet off, grabbed the food and made his way to the warmth of the building.

He put the food around a desk in front of a clerk, grabbed a small basket and walked around for a while, his shoes echoing on the hardwood floors until he found a 6-pack of small white t-shirts, an 8-pack of white tube socks, and although he was uncomfortable with the thought, he headed over to the female underwear section.

He stood there for a while, puzzled.  “B-cup? C-cup? Comfort brand? What the hell is all this supposed to mean?!” He shouted to himself. A woman, who looked to be around 35, wearing khaki pants, a navy polo shirt and sneakers made her way over to him as soon as she heard his frustrated growl,  “ Need some help, sir?” she asked, a smirk on her face. His confusion was obviously amusing to her. “Yes, uhhh…” He bent down close to her ear, “I’m looking for ladies underwear.” She nodded, “For you?” she asked. “NO!” he shouted immediately, and then regained his composure.  “For my…cousin, yea, my cousin. She’s here for a while unexpectedly, so I’m just buying her some underwear and stuff for the duration.”

The woman nodded in a yea-sure-your-cousin fashion. “And what size does your cousin wear?” He thought for a second, ‘What size does she wear?’ He scratched his head and said the first thing that came to mind, “Her hips are kinda wide, but her waist is a bit smaller. She’s still a tiny girl though. She looks about 5’3, 16 years old.” The woman nodded and went into the staffroom.  She brought back a diagram with each underwear size tacked to a board. “Now, which one does she look like she’d wear?” She asked. He stared at each carefully. Some looked too wide, others looked too small, and one looked like a parachute, but he spotted one that could possibly fit. “That one,” he pointed. She nodded and proceeded to the aisle and rack, grabbed a pack of Hanes women comfort fit, cotton, multi coloured and handed it to him. “There you go, anything else, sir?” she asked politely. “Yea…um…bras?” he asked, a little hopeful.  She smiled, “Proceed.” He took a deep breath, “They look small,  but they look big enough to have a small cleavage.” A big Cheshire smile was plastered on her face, ‘Cousin my ass!’ she thought and chuckled to herself. She handed him a 6-pack of 34B bras, Hanes, multi-coloured. “Is that it, sir?” she asked, a little annoyed. “No, uhh, I wanna buy her some really cheap clothes, just regular casual clothes, jeans, sweaters, y’know stuff like that.”  She thought for a while, “There’s a thrift store down the street. They got some good stuff down there, really cheap. Oh, by the way, buy her some shoes for the weather, in case she goes out.” He hiked his basket of goodies over his shoulder, “Thanks a lot, I’m gonna cash these out.” She smiled and waved, “Your welcome.”

He went up to the cashier and paid a surprising $27.60 for everything. He grumbled a bit, “woman making me spend money, bah humbug (^_^).”  He took his bag and left the store. He jumped on his bag, did a u-turn and went down the street, parking across the road from the thrift store.  He took all his bags into the store, leaving them with a clerk, like the last time and walked around the store. He looked around, without the help of clerks, and picked up some small sweaters, a heavy white padded jacket, with a furred hood, some black Uggs, a white long skirt, stuff that young girls would like. He cashed out and paid a record $15. “Wow, *I* should shop here.” He said with a wide smile on his face. “Sir,” the cashier whispered, “My advice is to wash the clothes before you wear them…in hot water.” He nodded, grabbed his bag along with the rest of his things and left the store. Wasn’t him that was wearing ‘em anyway.

He tied his thing to his bike and drove so fast, he basically flew home. He walked lazily up the stairs and opened the apartment door, the aroma of meatloaf, beefy gravy and garlic mashed potatoes tickled his nose. He shut the door behind him and placed her stuff on the bed, taking the Chinese into the kitchen with him. She stood in front of the stove, still in her red shirt, t-shirt and socks, humming a tune while she tossed caramelized onions with carrots and string beans in a creamy butter sauce in a skillet.

She turned around and threw the spoon in the air in surprise, “Oh!”  He walked over to her, “It’s alright, it’s just me.” He picked the spoon off the floor and put it in the clean sink. She turned and poured the side dish into the plate, and put the skillet in the sink. She washed both the skillet and spoon and put them in the dryer, drying her hands on a kitchen cloth.

She reached over him, her natural scent reaching his nose, and opened a cupboard to retrieve two plates. She took them down, grabbed two forks and knives, as well as glasses from the dish dryer. She went in the fridge and took out a bottle of Carlo Rossi white wine, 2000 and placed it in front of him. He looked at her. She smiled shyly, “Take it as ‘thank you’ vor letting me stay here.” Her Russian accent evident. He was surprised, “You speak English now?” She turned away, looking towards the television, “I learned,” She whispered.

He put the Chinese on the counter, took his jacket off and sat to eat, “I wish you told me so I wouldn’t waste my money on Chinese food. It’s okay I guess, Chinese food tastes better after a day.” He shoveled a heaping spoonful of mashed potatoes, gravy, meatloaf and vegetables onto his plate and ate without shame. She shyly poured him a glass of wine, like a waitress would, while she silently asked herself how she even knew how to pour wine properly. She placed it beside him, and made a small plate for herself, poured a glass of wine and sat a stool away from him. He watched her, from the corner of his eye as she gently folded a kitchen cloth in her lap, and took small bites of her meatloaf and vegetables. He smiled to himself, and took another bite of his carrot.

“What should I call you? Nameless won’t work.” He said, not looking her way. She thought for a while, “De shows I vatched, Rachel Ray umm, Cat Cora, and uhh Ina Garten. You may call me one ov these.” She didn’t look his way either. “No, I don’t like those. How about something simple, like Mary, or Lizzy, or Sarah?” She put her hands delicately over her lips while she chewed, “I do not like.” He scratched his chin and thought, “How about Leena?” She closed her eyes, “I like dat, yes.” He nodded, “Then we’re in agreement.” He put his fork down and turned to her, his hand outstretched towards her. She turned to face him and looked at the hand, “Nice to meet you Leena, I’m James.” She blushed and took his hand, shaking it gently, “James. Nice meeting you.” Her Russian rolled off her tongue.