I hit the ground running. Leaping clear across the room with its sun-streaked floorboards, I felt the weight of my body outweigh my sense of balance as I skidded into the wall with a thud. Dust bloomed off the ledge of the naked window frame. My uncontrollable giggles echoed through the empty apartment. Empty, save for a mattress and box spring stacked in the middle of the room.
“Stop it!” I shrieked as Adam, his amber eyes translucent with the sunlight streaming through the window, lurched towards me. He stepped off the bed with ease, arms raised like a bear.
“You started it,” He grumbled in a low voice, stumbling forward as I darted out from under his grasp.
“You started it!” I screamed from across the room. I snatched a pile of sheets off the bed and threw them at him as he turned around and lumbered towards me again. This only exacerbated his presence, as he turned into a towering wall of cloth and man. It wasn’t before long that he held me pinned against the wall.
“Fine, you have me,” I sighed, pulling my hair out of my sweaty face. “What are you going to do with me now?”
“I’m going to EAT YOU!” He snarled, collecting my body in his large arms.
I wiggled and kicked, giggling and gasping for air as I slowly weasled my way out of his grip. “How about I make you food instead?”
He instantly released me and tossed the sheets off from over his head. “Okay.”
Adam followed me into the small kitchenette, and I opened the miniature fridge underneath the counter. A half-eaten chunk of cheese, a small chunk of butter wrapped in wax paper and a half empty plastic bottle of milk sat inside, unblinking. With a new loaf of bread from the neighbors’ next door as a welcome gift, I decided to pull out the pad of butter. “How does toast sound to you?”
As I fumbled through the still un-packed boxes sitting on the kitchen counter, Adam pulled himself onto the narrow kitchen counter. “Sounds delicious.”
“Ahh, yes!” I finally retrieved the toaster from the clutches of the bottom of the third cardboard box. Brushing off the dusty top and then upturning it to shake out crumbs into the sink, I finally set it on the counter and plugged it in.
Meanwhile, Adam snatched a butter knife off the top of another box and started to unwrap the butter. I turned to watch him find the butter still unpleasantly warm from our earlier drive, the one with the last of our things. Clarified butter with clusters of white fat dribbled down the sides of the wax paper. I remarked disdainfully as I unwrapped the loaf of bread, but Adam grinned and licked the sides of his fingers where the butter had bled. “Mmm delicious.” He laughed.
“Perhaps we could just live off butter and bread. Butter will fatten us up, keep us warm in the winter, save the heating bill…” He rambled off more reasons as he got off the counter and I pulled two slices of bread out plunked them into the toaster.
“Keep our skin soft,” Adam stepped up behind me and gently touches my bare arm with his buttery fingers, rubbing the fat into my deeply tanned skin. He leaned down and kissed my arm. I closed my eyes as he murmured on my shoulder. “Yep, butter will keep us together.”
“You better save some for the toast.” I croaked, feeling the wry words crawl up my throat. The toast popped up.
Adam stepped back and leaned with his back against the counter as I gingerly plucked the toast out by the points and laid it down on paper towels. He licked the rest of his finger tips quickly, and handed me the butter knife and pad. “Nah, butter’s just the frosting. It’ll just make us fat. The bread is what will keep us alive.”
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