"Did you like it?" Warren asked when the movie was over. "Yeah, it was good." I said, staring at the credits. "Are you crying?" He asked me. "Maybe." I said, and then started crying hard. "Awwww. It's okay if you are. I cried the first time I watched it." He said. "Really?" I asked. "Uh, yeah. It's sad. It's okay for guys to cry over war movies." He said, and I laughed. He yawned and turned off the TV. "I'm so tired." He said. "Me too." I told him, and wiped my eyes. "I have to work double tomorrow, so I wont get up until after 10:00." He said. "Okay. I think I'm going to figure out my insurance and everything and then I'll probably come in and see everyone." I said. "Good. Everyone will be happy to see you come in. They all miss you." He told me. "Really?" I asked. "Hell yeah! Terrance and Ange are kind of going crazy with wedding stuff...and they don't even have an exact date yet. It's weird." Warren said, shaking his head. "Tis it now?" I asked. "Tis? Did you just suddenly adapt an accent?" He asked, laughing. "Maybe. Jus' kind of pops out evr'y now an then." I said, trying my hardest at an Irish accent. I had a tendancy to sound British instead. "Well now love. Thats pretty fookin good if ya ask me now." He said, and I laughed. I forgot he acted and stuff in highschool too. "I'm tha best, an don't ya forget it, sir." I said, poking him in the chest. "Well, I believe it missy. But yer lookin kinda funny wit all that black round yer eyes." He said. I laughed, and ran my fingers under my eyes. Sure enough, I looked at my fingers and they were smeered with mascara. I must have looked like a racoon. "Well, I'm going to bed. You can have my bed if you want. I can lay on the couch." He said. "No, I'm not kicking you out of your room. Either we both can sleep in there, or I'll sleep on the couch." I told him. "Hey lass, you know I'll never object ta sharin' me bed with you." He said, and I laughed. "Well, perhaps ya should." I said, and he raised his eyebrows. "An why is that missy?" He asked. "Because, I've been known to cause a little trouble in the bed." I said, still trying very hard to sound Irish instead of Brittish. "Ahh. I see now. You got a bit of spunk in ya. Little fiesty are we?" He asked. "Na. Not with you anyway mister. However, I must admit I'm a bit of a bedhot. If ya ain't careful yer bound to wake up on the floor." I said, and he laughed. "Okay, now more accents. I can only do it for so long." He said. I giggled. "Bedtime." I said, and stood up. I went to the bathroom and got ready for bed. There weren't any pajamas in his sisters clothes, so he gave me a t-shirt of his to wear. When I was done he was already in bed reading. "You read?" I asked, climbing in next to him. He had a twin size bed, so it was a snug fit. "Yeah, is that so surprising?" He asked. "That depends. What are you reading?" I asked. "Fight Club." He said. "It's a book?" I asked. "It's a book? Are you serious? It was a book before it was a movie!" He said. "Well sorry!" I said, laughing. "It's good, you should read it." He said. "Maybe I will." I told him, and he laughed. He put his book on the floor, and turned off his lamp. I was glad I had him next to me. I had a feeling I wouldn't have slept a wink if I was alone. I kept thinking about my apartment, and all my stuff. My pictures, music, movies, all my favorite books. All my clothes were gone. I sighed. Then I thought of the poem book that Oz had given me. I felt tears in my eyes! It was an amazing book, and I hadn't even gotten to read half of them yet. I started to cry. Then I thought of my journal. I had written in it for years, and all my memories from it were gone. Warren put his arms around me and hugged me. I rolled over so I was facing him, and cried into his chest. I feel asleep soon after.
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"Did you like it?" Warren asked when the movie was over.
"Yeah, it was good." I said, staring at the credits.
"Are you crying?" He asked me.
"Maybe." I said, and then started crying hard.
"Awwww. It's okay if you are. I cried the first time I watched it." He said.
"Really?" I asked.
"Uh, yeah. It's sad. It's okay for guys to cry over war movies." He said, and I laughed. He yawned and turned off the TV.
"I'm so tired." He said.
"Me too." I told him, and wiped my eyes.
"I have to work double tomorrow, so I wont get up until after 10:00." He said.
"Okay. I think I'm going to figure out my insurance and everything and then I'll probably come in and see everyone." I said.
"Good. Everyone will be happy to see you come in. They all miss you." He told me.
"Really?" I asked.
"Hell yeah! Terrance and Ange are kind of going crazy with wedding stuff...and they don't even have an exact date yet. It's weird." Warren said, shaking his head.
"Tis it now?" I asked.
"Tis? Did you just suddenly adapt an accent?" He asked, laughing.
"Maybe. Jus' kind of pops out evr'y now an then." I said, trying my hardest at an Irish accent. I had a tendancy to sound British instead.
"Well now love. Thats pretty fookin good if ya ask me now." He said, and I laughed. I forgot he acted and stuff in highschool too.
"I'm tha best, an don't ya forget it, sir." I said, poking him in the chest.
"Well, I believe it missy. But yer lookin kinda funny wit all that black round yer eyes." He said. I laughed, and ran my fingers under my eyes. Sure enough, I looked at my fingers and they were smeered with mascara. I must have looked like a racoon.
"Well, I'm going to bed. You can have my bed if you want. I can lay on the couch." He said.
"No, I'm not kicking you out of your room. Either we both can sleep in there, or I'll sleep on the couch." I told him.
"Hey lass, you know I'll never object ta sharin' me bed with you." He said, and I laughed.
"Well, perhaps ya should." I said, and he raised his eyebrows.
"An why is that missy?" He asked.
"Because, I've been known to cause a little trouble in the bed." I said, still trying very hard to sound Irish instead of Brittish.
"Ahh. I see now. You got a bit of spunk in ya. Little fiesty are we?" He asked.
"Na. Not with you anyway mister. However, I must admit I'm a bit of a bedhot. If ya ain't careful yer bound to wake up on the floor." I said, and he laughed.
"Okay, now more accents. I can only do it for so long." He said. I giggled.
"Bedtime." I said, and stood up. I went to the bathroom and got ready for bed. There weren't any pajamas in his sisters clothes, so he gave me a t-shirt of his to wear. When I was done he was already in bed reading.
"You read?" I asked, climbing in next to him. He had a twin size bed, so it was a snug fit.
"Yeah, is that so surprising?" He asked.
"That depends. What are you reading?" I asked.
"Fight Club." He said.
"It's a book?" I asked.
"It's a book? Are you serious? It was a book before it was a movie!" He said.
"Well sorry!" I said, laughing.
"It's good, you should read it." He said.
"Maybe I will." I told him, and he laughed. He put his book on the floor, and turned off his lamp. I was glad I had him next to me. I had a feeling I wouldn't have slept a wink if I was alone. I kept thinking about my apartment, and all my stuff. My pictures, music, movies, all my favorite books. All my clothes were gone. I sighed. Then I thought of the poem book that Oz had given me. I felt tears in my eyes! It was an amazing book, and I hadn't even gotten to read half of them yet. I started to cry. Then I thought of my journal. I had written in it for years, and all my memories from it were gone. Warren put his arms around me and hugged me. I rolled over so I was facing him, and cried into his chest. I feel asleep soon after.
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