I asked her about it. To me it truely was an interesting choice. I looked at her and back at the book. It seemed like her and me. I am a monster. Something that shouldn't have been given a life. So, why is this girl being so nice to me? She has taken care of me and worring. Her beauty is over powering me and I'm not use to it. Out of no where she wants me to put on my jacket. She through it into my lap. What is wrong with her? I got up and took the jacket. I threw it onto her bed. The look on her face changed and I gave her a smirk. "I gave it to you." I looked at her and then sat back down. "Whatever. Will you atleast cover up? You are going to get sick." What does she want from me? I'm already warmer than she is. I took the blanket and stood up. I tossed the blanket over my shoulders.
I walked over to the wall of books. There were atleast seven shelves of books. I turned back around and looked around the room. "Do you have something against television sets?" She sat up a little taller. "There is a T.v. in my bedroom, but it only has a DVD player. I rarely watch T.V. I prefer to read." I walked over to the kitchen. It was a dark orange with a green trim. It looked so much different from the living room. "What's up with modern in there and then the warm look in here?" She got up and walked into the kitchen. "My father tried to hire an interior designer. He finished one room before I came back from the hospital. When I got back I told him to get out. He finished the living room, but didn't get the chance for the rest." She patted the kitchen wall. "This room I painted and did myself. I would try to redecorate it, but I'm in and out of the hospital so much that I don't have the time."
I looked around the kitchen. I liked it better than the living room. I went around the corner into her room. It was painted a light blue with yellow lace curtains. The shelves were light green and covered in little knick knacks and books.On the corner of the shelf there was a very small T.v. There was a window seat that had a bunch of pillows and a radio. Candles lined the whole room. The room fit her personality. She was soft and bright. I went over to the table by her bed and picked up a photo.It was a photo of her a bunch of small children. I held the picture up for her to see. She smiled and took the photo. "Those are some of the kids in the cancer ward. We were having a picnic and Mrs.Kelim snapped a picture." She gave the picture back to me and sat it back down.
She turned and walked out of the room. Her hair flowed behind her leaving a scent of strawberries. I took off the blanket and sat it back on the bed. "Do you want something to drink?" The sound of it revolted me. Human food didn't settle well with me. I could eat it but couldn't go long without my body rejecting it. "No, I'm fine." She took a coffee mug from the table and took it into the kitchen. "I really should be going. I wanted to come and check on you."