She didn't seem to leave. "Uh-" He looked up to the clock. "Did you want lunch or something before you left?" He ran his hand through his hair, getting it out of his face. "Because I mean, it's around lunch time and my grandma would throw a fit if I let.you leave without it."
Fern was a little bit caught off guard with the offer, but couldn’t help herself from smiling at it. “Sure,” she replied. “That’s nice of you.”
That smile. He returned a small smile of his own. "Umm, no problem. Anything you'd like in particular?" He wasn't sure what was going on. Minutes before they had hated each other. And now- not so much.
Fern shrugged nonchalantly. “Whatever you have is fine with me,” she said. She wasn’t very picky, for the most part, anyway. She had completely forgotten her earlier animosity towards him, brushing off her thoughts that he was normally quite rude to her. Why couldn’t he be this boy at school?
A call came from his grandma's room. "Zavian, be a dear and make me a sandwich, will you?" He turned his head a little. "Sure." He turned back to Fern. "How does a sandwich sound?"
“that sounds fine,” she agreed, putting her camera back into its case. “Um, where should I set my camera?”
"On my desk is fine." He rubbed the back of his neck a bit. "You can stay in here or the kitchen if you'd like." Either way, it'd come back to bite him. He could see her seeing who he truly was. If she stayed, she could read who he truly was.
“Thanks again!” She chirped, and set down her camera on his desk. “I’m fine with either, honestly.” She glanced around his room again. “That guitar is awesome, by the way.”
"Yeah, no problem." He glanced arpund as she did. "Whatever makes you more comfortable." Stop being such a noob. He looked to his guitar. It was plain, but it sounded good. "Oh, thanks."
“I’ve always wanted to learn how to play,” she mused quietly. She blushed, realizing she had spoken aloud. “Umm…I wouldn’t mind going to the kitchen?” She suggested.
I could teach you. "It's pretty cool to play, even if I'm not that good. Anyway," he motioned for her to follow him. "This way." He started to the kitchen.
She followed him, betting that he was better at it than he thought he was. She trailed after him, much less anxious than before. She glanced around, liking his house and the way it felt. It was a bit of a weird realization. She liked the calm and the quietness of his house. Her house, by comparison, was a zoo, and she was glad they hadn't ended up doing the project there.
He opened the fridge getting everything he needed out. "Okay, so we yave turkey or ham amd cheese. Which one?"He had a small kitchen which meant therr wasn't much space to move around, especially with two people.
"Turkey sounds good," she decided, noticing the lack of space. Every move she made felt noticeable in the small kitchen.
"Okay." He made three sandwiches, one for each of them. He placed all three on a plate, his and hers back on the counter. "I'll be right back, I need to give this to her real-" He spun around only to find her right there, inches between them. "Uh- Sorry, I didn't see you there." He quickly backed up, heat rising to his face.
Fern felt her face grow warm, taking a step back as well, not there that was really anywhere to go. She brushed a lock of hair behind her ear self-consciously, glancing at the wall instead of at Zavian.
"I uh-" he cleared his throat. He decided not to say anything else and made his way around her there being a little more space. He walked to his grandma's room, sighing and shaking his head. he walked in quietly, only to find her watching a show. He placed the plate next to her and began to walk out. "Zavian." He turned back around. "Will you sing for me?" "Of course, but can I do that later?" She looked to him and smiled. "Yes. Now go, shoo." She waved him off as he backed out of the room smiling.
Fern was still thinking over the odd encounter as she stood there by herself. Her face was still a bit red when she saw Zavian come back in with a smile on his face. He was so sweet towards his grandma, and it made her really kind of like him.
As he walked in, he cleared his throat, toning down the smile a little. He took up and plate and gave her the other one. "Where would you like to eat? Really anywhere we can."
Fern shrugged. “I don’t care,” she responded. “Wherever. You can choose.” She wasn’t good at making decisions.
"Probably my room." He started to his room, taking a bite along the way. He walked in and sat back down in the chair.
Fern followed him, plopping down on the floor with her back against his bed, a position she usually sat in at her house. She didn’t even think about it as she started to eat the sandwich.
He smiled a little as he ate. She's kind of cute. Wait, what? No. He finished his sandwich quickly, it being his breakfast and lunch before throwing away his plate in the trashcan that sat in the corner.
Fern finished off her sandwich soon after, copying Zavian. She sighed. “Guess I should be leaving then?” She said reluctantly.
"I mean, if you'd like to. I'm not going to push you out the door." He'd be more likely to beg her stay. He kept his eyes to the ground, rubbing the back of his neck. He didn't want to make it seem like he wanted her to, no matter if he did.