I walked slowly across the street with my suitcase bumping over the concrete. I took a deep breath and slowly, cautiously rang the doorbell of someone's house, a friends house? Mason's House. I had a panic attack as I heard the lock on the door unlock and slowly creak open.
Mason stood in the doorway and showed me to the guest room which was actually kind of roomy and comfortable and the bed covers were so soft!!!!!!!!!! I slowly unpacked my clothes, and set up my blankets, and pillows on the bed. I plopped down on the bed and closed my eyes, leaving one question floating around my head,"Is he the one or is this just my imagination?"
I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table with Chloe (the little one), Mason, and Mason's mom and dad. His mom had fixed some french food she called Confit de Canard. Which I have no clue is, even though I do take french. I took a bite into the mystery food, and the flavor swirled around my taste buds like a rainbow pooping unicorns (BTW thats a compliment.)
I asked curiously, "what is this?" And she responded duck. My stomach rumbled with a mouthful of duck in my mouth, as i gagged. I tried to choke down the duck but couldn't so I asked if I could be excused from the table, and after being told yes, ran to my well temporary bed room and spit it out in the trash can. At least I didn't puke, I thought trying to look on the bright side.