Oh, oh, oh, oh, CHAPTER SIX!!! CHAPTER SIX!! Oh, oh, oh, oh...

When they arrived home, dinner was ready.
“Smells good, Mom!” Jenn said when they walked in.
“Thanks, it’s stew. I think it’s ready. You can grab a bowl for both of you, it’s in the crock,” Sasha said, taking her light leather coat off and hanging it on the swirling bronze coat-rack.
“Here, ‘cmon Seth, I’ll get you some,” Jenn said, grabbing his jacket sleeve and pulling him into the kitchen.
Then he smelled it. The warm smell of tomato, kinda spaghetti-ish, and sorta like meat, and potatoes, vegetables. “Smells good,” he said when Jenn finally had gotten two bowls out of the cupboard and filled them with the steamy red soup.
Jenn took a spoonful and blew on it. “Yeah, I know,” she said. “Trust me, you will never have better food at anyone else’s house.”
Seth weighed the stew in his spoon, swirled it around.
“Seth, it’s not like it’s poisoned.”
He shot her the bird and took a bite, without braking eye contact.
She glared right back, then smirked when they held gazes for over a minute. “Just eat it,” she said, looking down and taking another bite.
He put the spoon in his mouth and swallowed the soup, and decided it was okay, so he took another bite. “Oh, um…what happened to that guy…Wade or something…?” he asked, mouth full and nose slightly hurting from the spices.
Jenn almost spit her food out as she let out a startled chuckle. She rolled her eyes. “That freak show?” she said. “Dad fired him. He was weird.”

For the remainder of the evening, Jenn took Seth into the basement and pulled out a bunch of video games for him to choose from. He selected Guitar Conqueror 3.
“Dude, my pinky is incapable of even reaching the orange button!” she complained angrily as he won a sixth battle. “That’s not fair, you actually play guitar.”
“You actually play the game,” he said. “Wanna play again?”
Jenn smirked at his face and pressed the green button on her plastic, black guitar. PLAY AGAIN? “Yes,” she said aloud, and it made a computerized electric chord noise.
“This is fun,” Seth said, playing EXPERT on ‘Free to Fly’. .
Jenn was on EASY, and still struggling.
His fingers pressed the plastic keys, now sticky with sweat and friction, and his thumb strummed – no, vibrated – the little bar at the mouth of the instrument.
They ended up playing until eleven, and then Jenn’s mom yelled from upstairs for them to get off the video games and go to bed.
“Seth’s good,” Jenn whispered to Sasha as she passed her.

In the bathroom, Seth selected his toothbrush and cleaned his teeth. Jenn did the same.
“Do you need to shower tonight?” she asked randomly, spitting the toothpaste out of her mouth. She licked her lips.
Seth spit into the sink, then washed the white foam and little bits of chili down the drain. “I don’t…uh, I don’t have shampoo,” he said.
Jenn shrugged. “You can use mine, I’m going to bed.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
Jenn walked out of the bathroom, and a door opened. “Night, Seth,” she called, and it closed.
Seth didn’t say anything. He shut the bathroom door and locked it. He took off his shirt, and went to go start the water.