Reaching out to people sometimes doesn't work out the way others intend it to. Inez faced the brute force of those consequences when beginning to tackle the wall that was Sebastian.
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Plagued by loneliness since childhood, seventeen-year-old Inez...
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"That's not how you're supposed to do it!" Chrissy shouted.
She smacked Danny across the back of the head, getting flour in his tight curls. He scowled at her, taking his rolling pin and getting ready to toss it. Jackson ran to the pair at lightning speed, snatching the wooden roller out of his hands.
"Guys, let's avoid violence. Today's a special day," he reasoned anxiously.
"This shithead can't even roll cookie dough!" Chrissy spat.
"I'm not gonna do any better with your head up my fucking ass!" Danny bellowed back.
This began a giant argument between the two. They were both on fire. Jackson, Jasmine, and I all knew there was no way to stop them. I let out a sigh. Jasmine chuckled at the scene. Sebastian was in the living room, drawing on his sketch pad with no care in the world.
I took a break from making gingerbread cookies with everyone and went to the living room. Taking a seat by Sebastian, my gaze moved to the paper in front of him. His pencil gracefully made lines and shaded in certain areas. I noticed the phone in his other hand. On it was a picture of all of us. I grinned.
"Are you drawing us?" I asked him.
"Mhmm. I thought it'd be nice."
"How long have you been working on his?"
"A couple of days," he responded.
I smiled lightly. "It looks so good."
Sebastian's ears turned a light shade of pink. My head leaned against his shoulder lightly, to which Sebastian continued what he was doing. We sat there together while he put some finishing touches on the drawing. It was peaceful for the first ten minutes until two people ran into the room.
Chrissy and Danny tumbled inside. It seemed Danny was running away. I laughed at the couple, they were so funny sometimes.
"Oh, she's got a knife," Sebastian stated.
My smile froze. Danny jumped over my feet and dashed outside of the living room again. Chrissy chased after him, the sharp weapon glinting in the bright light. I bolted up from my spot on the couch.
"No!" I screeched.
"She's gonna kill me!" Danny screamed.
"Chrissy!" I called, tackling her in the kitchen.
We both went falling to the floor with a big thump. Metal clattering to the tile let me know that she dropped whatever she was holding. I looked down and finally found the knife. My hands reached out to snatch it, and the cold metal of the handle gave me a sense of relief. Chrissy wiggled from underneath me.
"It's a butter knife, God damnit!" she yelled.
I looked down at it to confirm what she said. Surely enough, it was a butter knife.
