Post by StoryGirl83 on Mar 20, 2009 19:22:46 GMT -5
Chapter Fourteen – Lunchtime
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It had been an enlightening morning for Chris. So far he hadn’t had to deal with too many people. He’d learned a lot about Wyatt’s job, enough to know he did not want to do this forever. Some of the things he didn’t like about Centennial where things Wyatt enjoyed doing. As a result, these were things he had to deal with. He had been looking at a set of papers for over half an hour, puzzling over them. Try as he might, the numbers refused to add up. He didn’t know if it was something he did or if it was actually the numbers.
A knock on the door was a welcome relief, even if it meant having to pretend, again. “Come in.”
The door opened and Nathan entered. “You still in here.”
Chris just nodded. Am I not supposed to be?
“Have you looked at the clock?” Nathan asked a bit curious. “Lunch is half over all ready.”
They have set lunch breaks? They sure didn’t at Centennial. Apparently there was something to be said for this place.
Nathan stared at him for several seconds. When he spoke it wasn’t at all what Chris expected him to say. “Who are you?”
“What?” Chris asked, stunned. Does he somehow know?
“You heard me,” Nathan stated. “You are not acting at all like yourself, Wyatt. What’s going on?”
Chris frowned. What on earth do I say? “What if I told you that I wasn’t Wyatt?” Chris replayed the words in his head and sighed. In for a penny . . . “What if I told you I was his little brother somehow in his body?” Hopefully he thinks I’m crazy. “What would you say then? Would you believe me?”
Nathan frowned and shook his head, slowly. “No, that doesn’t make sense. I’ve met Chris. You don’t look anything like him. But then, I guess you did say somehow in Wyatt’s body, so I’ll go with that can’t happen. People can’t change bodies. It just doesn’t happen.”
Well, it isn’t exactly normal for me either, Chris thought silently.
“Too bad it’s impossible,” Nathan commented. “It would explain everything.” He laughed. “So are you coming down to eat or not?”
Chris grinned. “Yeah. Lunch sounds good.”