carlos and lauren

Immersed in his television, Carlos heard a knock at his door. He jumped from his couch with a silent agility and quickly opened the door. Lauren stood in front of him. It was just who he'd been expecting. His lips spread out into a wide smile as he greeted her, "Hey."
"Are you going to let me in or are we going to hang out out here?" Lauren asked smiling.
Carlos laughed, "You can come in." "Good."

Lauren, again, looked over his apartment. She was starting to get used to it. It had an immensely comforting atmosphere about it and she had to give him props for creating such a homey feeling that even a guest like her was able to feel. The apartment felt lived in, but not to the point of being messy and grungy. It felt proper, but not to the point of being snobby and unwelcoming.

"Are you hungry?" Carlos asked. "I cooked up some chicken pasta stuff." "Chicken pasta stuff, huh? Sounds tasty." Carlos smiled and stirred it with the spatula. Lauren felt her stomach grumble. The aroma of the pasta had filled the air and it was very much a welcome scent. Carlos held out the spoon to her and fed it to her. It tasted cheesy and she felt a hunk of chicken. "Wow, Carlos, this is really good." "Thanks. I can't cook much but this is the one thing I've mastered."

Carlos got two plates from the cabinets and set them down. He dipped some pasta onto each of them and then handed one to Lauren. "Thank you," she said smiling. "You're welcome," Carlos said leading her into the living room. They sat on the couch and started eating. They both shoveled spoonful after spoonful into their mouths silently.

Finally, Carlos broke the silence. "You look really nice." Lauren smiled and stared down at herself. http://www.buckle.com/media/images/styleshop/shopbyoutfit/dt/w_divineheights_dt_v1_m56577569831812907.jpg
"Thanks. You do too, but I honestly have to say this pasta looks even better," Lauren said smiling.
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"I appreciate that one," Carlos said. "Carlos, are you truly retarded? God, it kills me! You can't even see how incredible you are. I mean, let me be honest here. You're hot, Carlos. Really hot. You're hilarious, you can cook a mean chicken pasta, and you're just plain amazing." Carlos shrugged, "Call me retarded. It's just so hard to see myself that way. I mean, I don't think you're lying. I think you believe that's the truth. I don't, though. I'm sorry." "It's fine, but by the time I'm through with you, you'll see things my way."