Lost

Chapter 6 Jacquelyn

I've been here for a week, I can't believe it but at the same time, I'm not hating it. Things have gotten better between Isamu and I. There's no reason for us to be enemies, especially since I'm stuck here for who knows how long. He still won't take me into town. Instead of just saying no he actually gave me a legit reason. He said going into town gives him bad vibes, it's one of the reasons why he lives so far away from it. I didn't ask what he meant but something really bad must have happened for him to move so far away, giving up all the convenience of modern day life.

"Isamu, come on! We're picking potatoes today", I called out.

He stays just a few houses down from where I'm staying.

I waited a few minutes for him to come out but he didn't. Being the impatient person I am I went inside to see he was still sleeping.

"Isamu", I whispered.

Come to think about it, I don't think whispering will wake a person from a deep slumber.

"I-SA-MU-UUUUU~"

"WHAT", he shouted as he shot up to sit clearly annoyed with me.

"We have to pick potatoes today."

"I heard you the first time, I just wanted to sleep in some more", he said still annoyed.

"Oh..."

I sat in silence not wanting to anger him any more than I already have.

"You don't have to wait up for me, I'll be out soon", he said.

"Oh, right. See you later."

With my farmer outfit on I went over with a bucket and mini shovel to start picking potatoes. It's a bit more back-breaking work to pick them but at least there was a bit of overcast out so I won't get heatstroke again. 

After a few more minutes, I dug up about half a bucket of potatoes. I felt pretty proud of myself for my first time doing this.

"That's all you got?"

"Excuse you sleeping beauty. I did this all by myself, of course, if I had some help, there would be more potatoes."

"I do this all by myself and can fill two buckets by now."

"Congrats, want a cookie?"

He rolled his eyes, so did I.

I hate silence so I had to break the ice once again.

"Do you like potatoes?"

"Yeah?"

"What's your favorite dish?"

"Japanese or American?"

"Japanese."

"Potato salad."

"You guys eat potato salad?"

"Yeah, I think everyone around the world has their own variation of a potato salad."

"True, have you had a southern potato salad?"

"No."

"Oh my gosh! I have to make it for you sometime."

"You won't give me food poisoning?"

"No! I can cook sir."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I can fry chicken, make the best mac and cheese, the real kind, and fix up some amazing greens and cornbread."

"Greens?"

"You poor thing. Don't worry. I'll make some for you if you want."

"Sure."

We continued working some more until I started asking more questions. I don't want to bombard him and scare him off.