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Accidental Roommate By Saiyidah Rahman Characters: 12696

Updated: 2018-10-22 11:30


The hustle and bustle of the morning was music to Sharon's ears. Especially when the hustle and bustle was accompanied with the smell of cooking bacon, pancakes and coffee. Her saliva was practically overflowing, dripping from her mouth. Her eyes gleaming, she couldn't help but follow every food that passed by. This was heaven.

And hell, her stomach growled again in anger. The reminder hurt so much. Patting for it to calm down, her eyes caught on movement from the other side of the booth. Logan was back to his morose self, slouching on the seat and playing with the salt and pepper shaker.

He hadn't spoken a word since they had left the apartment. And as much as she wanted to get into it with him, her growling stomach would just sour any conversation. Another reason for food to come even faster to the table.

"Aren't you going to talk?"he asked, as if sensing her gaze on him. "About the Kathryn thing." She hadn't expected that. He had been evasive on this subject so the last thing she expected was for him to bring it up first.

"It's not that I don't want to but I don't really know what else to say. I'm sure Cameron have said all he can yesterday. I know he is worried and I am also concerned as well. But if you don't want to do anything, we can't exactly do things behind your back.

"Not to say that I'm not outraged. I do want to get to the bottom of this. And I can. I can investigate this without your permission. But there's no point for me to force feed the result to you. If you don't want it, you don't want it- Oh, the food is here."

The conversation ended the moment the waitress came. She could feel her saliva filling her mouth, almost overflowing as her eyes looked lovingly over the plates that covered the table. There was pancakes, waffles, sausages, eggs, hashbrown, corn beef hash, bacon, the token cherry tomatoes and a lot of cheese. She couldn't wait to dig in.

"Which one is mine?"Logan asked just as she cut into a stack of pancakes. Looking at him askance, she wondered whether she had misheard him.

"What are you talking about?"she asked to be sure.

"I mean, didn't you order for me?"

"No! This is all mine. Order for yourself, "she cried, hunching over her food. Or tried to since her food covered the entire table. Ignoring his look of disgust, she happily began eating. The pancake was so fluffy and delicious. She almost couldn't stop squealing in delight. "Mmmmmmmmmm."

"You're really enjoying this. I'm glad, "Logan remarked suddenly. Abruptly reminded of his presence, shyness overtook her and she sat up straight, trying to emanate an air of refinement. Or at least not look like a barbarian. That would be hard since she had been shoving food into her mouth right in front of him. There was no going back now.

The soft smile on his face made her heart skip until she forcefully reminded herself that he was younger than her. What was she thinking? Making sure to swallow what was in her mouth first, she slowly brought the piece of bacon to her mouth. Glancing at him, she saw that he was just looking at her. Then he sighed. "Do you think it's worth it?"

"Logan, this again?"she whined over her mouthful of waffles. Swallowing, she tried to put her thoughts into words. Different words. "I've told you what I think, my assessment, my opinion. This is on you. You have to make a decision and stick to it. I can't do that for you. This is your life."

"But if I do this, what's next? I'm scared of the consequence. Of what happens next."

"Whatever happens next, I'll be there. Cameron will be there. I'm sure your family will be there. You have to know that you won't be alone. Trust me, trust us." She had no idea where those words came from but knew that those words were the truth. She hoped the sincerity was able to be transmitted.

"Alright." There was a change in his voice. A strong hint of resolve. There was strength in his eyes and brows, his jaw clenched tightly. "Alright, I'll do it. Let's get to the bottom of this."

She wanted to cheer. After a day and night of being wishy-washy, he had finally come to a decision. And although she had nothing to do with it, a sense of pride welled within her. Her throat seemed to be closing up. Her boy was stepping up.

"That's great, "she finally said around the ball in her throat. Coughing slightly, she pushed a plate of eggs and sausages to him. "Eat up. We'll talk with Cameron about what to do next."

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Her stomach gurgling uncomfortably, Sharon trudged down the pavement, barely avoiding the pedestrians. Ignoring the shoving and shouts of abuse from the more impatient occupant, she wondered why she was out there in the first place.

After the large breakfast, she had been having a tough time in the office. Her stomach acted up horribly, her head hurt, her body felt so heavy. If Logan hadn't been fine, she would have suspected food poisoning. The toilet was her best friend today and she had a feeling it would be the case for the next few days.

Oh, why did she have such a huge breakfast? She hadn't even managed to finish it. Logan had to help finish the one or two plates left. And to top it all off, she even had ice cream. No rhyme or reason, she saw it and just had to have it.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Her stomach couldn't take the dairy intake on top of the heavy load. Especially after the drought from the night before.

It was too much for her body.

And now, she was out of her haven, heading back to the scene of the crime. Just thinking about it made her want to puke. She must've had looked green because now, people was giving her a wide berth. That brought her tiny bit of enjoyment in this otherwise bad day. But she couldn't think about that too much or she'd really puke.

Seeing her destination looming in the distance, her stomach gurgled both in delight and despair. She hadn't known that was possible but there were many things proving her wrong today. Rubbing it gently and promising a light meal, she took a deep breath and entered.

"Share, over here, "a voice called out to her. It was a man. Turning to the voice, she saw a burly, bespectacled man, cap low on his head and a plaid top. If she hadn't recognised the voice, she wouldn't be heading in his direction then.

"Did you wait l

ong?"she asked him, sliding into the booth. They were lucky to get a seat right at the back of the diner. He could relax a bit more and enjoy the food. Looking at the plate in front of him, her saliva glands began working. But she couldn't.

She ordered the rabbit food platter. It was a shock to her tongue. The saliva stopped coming. Even the waitress thought it was a joke. She literally stood there for a full minute before realising Sharon was serious. Covering her face in embarrassment, Sharon waited for her to leave before glaring at Cameron. From the way his shoulders were shaking, it was clear he was laughing. "Cameron, shut up."

"H-how many times have you been here that they know how you order?"he wheezed, slapping his hand on the table. Ignoring him, she turned to look out at the diner. It was still hustling and bustling but lesser so since it was mid-afternoon. In fact, to have this many people inside at this time of the day showed how good the place was.

And, as always, her eyes couldn't help but follow the food that were coming out of the kitchen. Typical American fare but it was so delicious. Her mouth was watering just looking at them, just remembering the taste, her stomach gurgling in anticipation. Until the waitress came and dropped a plate of carrots and celery in front of her. The disappointment that crashed into her was so unexpected that Cameron burst out laughing again once they were alone.

"D-did you forget what you ordered?"he asked tearily, not trying to stop laughing in the slightest. Pouting at him, she stabbed her carrot with her fork and brought it up to her lips. It was so difficult trying not to throw up but she felt a sense of accomplishment when she swallowed that piece. "How are you going to finish the rest?"

"So this is different. Why did you want to meet me for lunch?"she asked, paying no heed to his teasing. Looking at him in his disguise, she was surprised to see that there was less cover. He wasn't wearing a beard, just a hat and a simple pair of spectacles covered his face. Those that covered half his face. Maybe there was less need for more.

"Yeah, "he said on a sigh. She was puzzled because it seemed like all the mirth escaped from him with that sigh. "So, uh, Logan told me that he's decided to find the truth. And the two of you talked about it?"

"Right, we had breakfast together and talked it out. He was still hesitant when we went out but came through in the end. We wanted to run through his decision with you but I gave him some advice before he left. Did he talk to you about it?"she asked curiously, hesitantly popping another carrot into her mouth.

"Yeah, he called me, enthusiastically talking to me about it. Something about getting a lawyer and accountant? I didn't get to hear much; the line wasn't good. What is it about actually?" She paused mid-chew.

There was something about his voice that caught her attention. It was the reason she had agreed to come out for lunch when he had called. A discordant undertone that worried her. But he looked as per normal, sounding reasonably frustrated with Logan and teasing her. Was her mind playing tricks on her?

"Share?"

"What? Oh yeah, the accountant and lawyer. It's just to cover his bases, you know. Getting officially qualified, recognised people to dig into this for him. Because as willing as I am to help him, I'm not exactly, you know, certified, "she explained, watching him carefully.

"Right." There it was again. That faintly sour note. She wondered if he wanted to stop. Logan had finally chosen to pursue this to the end. And that had been Cameron's worry last night. With this breakthrough, that should be enough for his conscience, right? Or was she over-thinking this? "You know, you don't have to go so far for this. Logan is making progress on his own. He's already has a lawyer, who looked into the contract stuff, and I'm sure it's easy to find an accountant. I don't want you to exert so much effort for some guy-"

"Hold on. I'm perfectly willing to help Logan, Cameron." Her brows coming together, she wondered where all these was coming from. She wanted to believe that he was concerned about her but that didn't sound right. It was like he was pushing her away from Logan. Did he not want her to help? Or did Logan spoke to him- Her eyes stinging, she blinked furiously. "B-but if L-Logan thinks he d-doesn't need my help-"

"No! No. Nothing of that sort. I just don't want you to overexert yourself. You have your own work to think about. A-and there's my things to think about-"

"Your thing? What thing?" Rubbing her eyes discreetly, she hoped he hadn't seen her tears. It was embarrassing to be on the verge of crying just because of a perceived rejection. She blinked for another reason when his face became as red as a cooked lobster. "Cameron, what thing?"

"Can you not say it like that? At least not so loud, "he hissed, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. She couldn't be sure but she believed that he was grinning. Grinning offensively. Feeling self-conscious, she thought back to what had been said and felt herself becoming red. Had she said that?

"Get your mind out of the gutter, "she whispered in return. "I-I was just asking what you were talking about. Like-like what do you have anything to do with my work. Like that. Cameron, stop that. Stop laughing, damn it."

"S-stop. Stop throwing your f-food. Don-don't play w-with your food" He was laughing at her again. Huffing angrily, why was she the butt of his jokes today? Waiting for him to stop, she rested her chin on her propped arm.

Her glare on him intensified. This was taking too long. Was it that funny? This was ridiculous. He was doubled over the table, his head almost touching his plate. His arms were clutching his midriff.

"Fine. Laugh all you want. I'm going back." Placing some bills on the table, she slid out of the booth. Waving at her waitress, she left and was about to head back to work when an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her into the other direction. "C-Cameron!"

"Come on. Let me treat you to some ice cream. Something to make up for your lackluster lunch."

"I-I don't want ice cream. And stop stuffing your hand down my bag."

Blatantly ignoring her, he pulled her along and she resigned herself to her fate.

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