Dependance

Lorna banged her head slowly and repeatedly on the shiny kitchen work tops.

"Damn. Damn. Damn! I forgot to check his wound! Gah! I'll have to check it when he gets back." The girl said to herself, a frown plastered on her now clean face. She hoped he was not too embarrassed by her shopping list. Lorna was not too confident about what day it was, but she estimated her period was soon to start. The first day was never a pretty sight. Bipolar mood swings and the biggest fucking series of cramps you could imagine. Of course after the first day, the rest of the week was relatively comfortable in comparison, seeing as there would be no more pains. After tapping the tables in a bored fashion, Lorna decided she might as well get dried off properly and dressed.

Vincent idly walked down the unlit supermarket aisles, trying to make out the items in the poor lighting. He had all the 'necessities' Lorna needed, and what looked like a month's worth of food all stowed in his truck; but it was quiet and there was plenty time to get a load more stuff that you think would be useless until you run out of it. For instance, your buggered if you run out of toiletpaper. The man was now intent on grabbing medical supplies. As Vincent picked up a packet of Paracetomal, he wondered what the hell these tampons and sanitary towels were used for. He remembered briefly in his past that he spied his mother with a box of sanitary towels...He just did not know what the hell they were for! His face contorted in confusion; he would have to ask Lorna about it when he got back. With a carrier bag full of medicines, he walked past the rows of refrigerators that hummed pleasantly. Vincent stopped to stare at the bottles of alcohol. Bo used to drink, and it would always put him in a lighter mood. Unless of course he drank too much. Then things always tended to get out of hand...

Breaking away from the painful memory, Vincent reached into the chilled container and grabbed some bottles. Who knows, it might cheer things up. But he definitely would not allow himself too much (or Lorna for that matter).

Lorna, now clad in crimson pajamas, was sitting comfortably on the sofa. Her brown orbs gazed lazily out of the window, thinking back to before her father had found them. She could not believe it - she had almost forgotten about the kiss in all that was going on! She had remembered the feel of his just-combed hair as she ran her fingers through it. The tentative response he gave with his lips. And the way his scarred face had tickled her left cheek. A tingle went down her spine, and she blinked quickly. The girl did not really want to be ...distracted...by those thoughts. Especially in the lounge.

Suddenly she heard the door click open, and snapped her head around. She heard the soft thud of his boots and bit her bottom lip. Lorna loved them boots...she did not know why, but how they sounded on the floor - this laminated floor! - her heart would thump along with them. She would be in for a heart attack if he was a tap dancer. Vincent rounded the corner with one bag in hand.

"Here's your stuff." Handing over the bag, fingertips brushing, Vincent watched curiously as she peered into the bag and grinned. Shifting her stare to look at him, she thanked him and went on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. The girl then bounced off towards the door, slipping on some plain black dolly shoes with silver details, and went out to help get the rest of the 'shopping' inside. He followed, having secretly stroked the spot on his cheek she had kissed. He was rather shocked...she had pecked the deformed side. Letting out a silent breath, he reached into the back of his truck and hooked his hands into the handles of most of the bags and hefted them up.

"Whoa, whoa, you don't want to pull a muscle now, do you?" Lorna chided humorously as she lifted some of the bags from his hands. "You definitely went out of your way didn't you? I mean, wow, there's loads of stuff!" Vincent shrugged, smiling in a shy manner.

As both their shoes tapped gently on the tiled surface of the kitchen floor, they noted the expanse of cupboards on the walls and draws below the work tops. Why would someone want to abandon this place? It was too charming to be left to decay.

"We could have designated places for everything..." Suggested Lorna. Vincent looked at her funny. "Well...you know. When you were young didn't you have, like, a special place in the kitchen for the forks? We could organize the food!" She chuckled. "And ...oh wow, we could make cute little signs for the cupboard doors!" Vincent smiled at her enthusiasm. He liked it when she was hyper like this. Rummaging around in a bag, he produced some stationary. They both grinned.

Approximately an hour later, as the sun was peeking over the canopy of trees, Vincent and Lorna were cellotaping the signs to the door of the cupboards and draws. It had been quiet in the early hours of the morning, only the sounds of scribbling or shuffling of clothes; and the late night chill had kept them both very awake and aware when their eyelids had begun to itch or droop. She was was sticking up a rather cartoonish picture of salt pots and ketchup bottles that had big googly eyes on the lids. And Vincent was placing a detailed drawing of a set of cutlery on the draw besides the kitchen sink. True, this place was already homely enough, but it could help to have them little things around that told people there were people with personalities living there. Although that was not really logical...seeing as it wasn't likely that anyone else would even see. Lorna ran her eyes over Vincent's drawings.

"I wish I could draw as good as you." She said wistfully, followed by a long yawn. Suddenly a growl gripped her stomach, and the sound emitted around the room. Vincent looked to her, eyebrows raised and a small smile on his face. "Oh dear," Lorna muttered sheepishly, "Guess we better put that food to use before we get any shuteye. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah." He nodded. The brown haired girl rooted through the cupboards and brought out the simple items needed to made a ham sandwich. She silently made two for each of them and immediately dug into the food, savoring the huge bites she took. It had been a lengthy time since she had anything to eat - she could literally feel her hip bones poking at her skin, and she did not like it one bit. Lorna preferred the warmth of that roll of skin just above the waistband of her pants, and the reassuring feel of her love handles. Abruptly the girl let out a hiccup.

"Whoops. Shouldn't of ate it that fast - bread always gives me hiccups if I eat it quickly." Lorna said, bending down to the sink tap, turning it on and taking a quick three gulps of water to settle the food. Setting herself back into a standing position, she glanced to Vincent, who had already devoured his ham sandwich, and saw his weary gaze blankly set on one of the kitchen draws. "I think we better get to bed, huh?"

The man nodded quietly, and turned to head up the stairs. Lorna followed, but not before turning all the lights out and slipping off her dolly shoes at the bottom of the stairs. That was another thing to think about...

"Vince, where in the world do you think the electricity is coming from?" She queried, expecting him to have some magical answer to her question so that thought would rest in peace, and she could sleep peacefully. Vincent glanced at her over his shoulder, then swiveled his head back to watch where he was going.

"I don't know." He said in a tired and rough tone. "I'll check tomorrow."

"Okay." So the magical answer is delayed. The pair entered the bedroom, Lorna heading straight for the right side of the bed, seeing as she was already clothed in her pajamas. Vincent, however, sat on the edge of the left side, beginning to take his boots off. His hands fumbled nervously at the zipper. Setting the leather objects beside the bedside cabinet, the male then pulled his grey sweater over his head - very aware of the eyes burning into his back.

Lorna's chocolate eyes were glued to his bare back. He was pale. Not deathly white, just sort of... creamy. And there was a good amount of muscle around the shoulders/shoulder blades. And then Vincent began to remove his camouflage pants to reveal plain black boxers. Denying herself the luxury of seeing his legs as he crawled under the covers, Lorna turned the other way and closed her eyes. Besides, she would be a bit embarrassed if he caught her looking; and judging by the way his back was hunched in a tense manner, he was uncomfortable with this as well. Although it was a good sign he was deciding to get it out of the way.

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