Stuttering

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                There was a knock on the door. “Come in!” I yelled from my place in the kitchen. I’d been there for about 20 minutes, trying in vain to organize all of the pots, pans, spatulas, and everything else that was in this kitchen. Link had left it a disaster; I wondered how he ever found anything in this damn place.

                “That little expression you have when you’re irritated is really cute. Your face gets all scrunched up and it’s pretty funny.” Erica said as she leaned against the counter.

                “Link is never allowed to touch anything in here again. I’ll never be able to find it once her does.” I growled. I stood up and smiled when I saw her. There was just something about her that made me get all nervous and excited and just made me happy.

                “So, what are we unpacking?”

                “Clothes mostly. What do you think of a blue kitchen?”

                She raised an eyebrow at me, “Blue is a nice color. Why?”

                “I was thinking of painting the place.” I said.

                “I like the idea. Would you mind if I helped out?”

                “If you wanted to.”

                She smiled and kissed my cheek. “I’d love to. Now come on, we have to help you put all your new clothes away.”

                We were going through the bags and putting things in drawers and up on hangers when she found a particular bag that caught her attention. Hot pink with light pink stripes. You know exactly what bag I’m talking about, they made the damn thing so obviously noticeable that you can’t miss it!

                Victoria Secret.

                Link’s mom had convinced me to go in; I wouldn’t have gone except I felt like I owed her for letting me stay with her. She thought I needed to get rid of everything from home. And that meant all of my clothes. Including my bras and boxers. I mostly just trailed behind her awkwardly in the store and let her pick things out. I hated that place, made me all kinds of nervous.

                She smirked and pulled out one of the bras I’d gotten. “I like this one.” The smirk became even wider and a lot more mischievous.

                I felt my cheeks heat up and I snatched it from her. “H-hey. You can’t look at that.” I didn’t normally have a stutter, but this was a special occasion.

                “Why not?” She pouted as I took the bag and dumped everything in the top drawer and shut it.

                “Be-because.” I don’t really know why I didn’t want her to look at them, it just made me feel strange is all.

                “Please?” She moved closer to me and the smile grew wider.

                “N-no.”

                “I think you’re stutter is really cute.”

                I took a couple deep breaths and looked away. “Are you gonna help or not?” I mumbled as I pulled another bag closer to me.

                She groaned, but agreed and helped me put the rest of my things away.

                I was setting my laptop up and she was wandering around the room. We were in the bedroom, I was sitting on the bed. She finally sat down on the bed with me. She shifted until she was behind me and then wrapped her arms around my waist. I felt her rest her chin on my shoulder and I smiled.

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