Gotta Get Through This. [Closed]

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Imogen smiled and laughed and swam around Silas. She wondered how long it would take Silas to finally trust her and tell her what the heck is going on with him. She didn't want to push him to tell her anything because he would probably just shut her out completely. Were they becoming friends or was he just taking advantage of the fact he didn't have to do tutoring as long as he took Imogen somewhere fun? Imogen swam to the edge of the pool and rested her head on her arms, getting tired from all the splashing around.

Silas moved the the end of the pull and pulled himself out of the pull. He sat on the end and looked down at her. "You hungry?" He asked as he looked down at the water. He figured he could a least make her something to eat.

@ typhlophile

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She looked up at him and smiled, "sure." Imogen pulled herself out of the water and grabbed a pool towel quickly wrapping her exposed body. Then she attempted to soak the water out of what little she was wearing as best she could.

Silas walked out of the room then went into his room and pulled on a pair of boxers and basketball shorts. He walked out and looked at her, "You have an idea of what you want?" He asked as he opened up his fridge.

@ typhlophile

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"Macaroni," she answered instantly. It was Imogen's favorite. She smiled and followed him out of the room and to the kitchen.

Silas looked at her, "alright." He said. He smirked as he decided to make his mothers famous homemade Macaroni. He started to make it then popped it into the oven. "Now we wait." He said, laughing softly.

@ typhlophile

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Imogen watched Silas making the food, impressed that he even knew how to cook. "Well in the mean time, how about you give me a tour?" She smiled. At least a tour would let her learn more about Silas since he doesn't seem to care for talking about himself on his own.

Silas nodded,"Sure." He said. He walked with her through the house then walked into his bedroom. "And this is my room." He said as he glanced around it. It was surprisingly clean compared to other teenage boy's rooms.

@ typhlophile

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Imogen followed Silas through the house, disappointed in the lack of photographs through the halls. She started to frown when they reached Silas' bedroom. Even his room was as reserved as he was. Imogen walked over to his bed and sat down, then looked up at Silas. She sighed and wondered why she was even here. She had class work and she was supposed to be tutoring, not gallivanting around, wasting time with some guy. "We should probably check on the food," she said with a blank expression.

Silas looked at her, "What's wrong?" He asked as he crossed his arms. She looked like she was really uncomfortable. He wondered if he had done anything to upset her.

@ typhlophile

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Imogen shrugged at his question. She wasn't exactly sure what her problem was. Of course she was having fun with Silas, but reading him was so damn difficult. It was just a lot of something she wasn't used to. Imogen offered a smile before getting up and walking back to the kitchen, assuming Silas would follow her.

Silas followed her and didnt know what to say. He leaned against the doorway as he watched her. He rubbed the back of his neck, "Imogen am i doing something to upset you?" He asked her.

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