My Plushie (SeaChaos)

Part 24 - Time Passes

~Nanners' POV~

I glance back towards the carpetted like fabric which is used as the door and I can't help but wonder if Chilled is still in there, sitting on the mattress confused. He couldn't have seen me leave, but he had been staring directly at my eyes in the end there, his blank eyes staring directly towards me with such seriousness it shocked me. Somehow the moment I glance back I wonder if I really made the right choice in the end. If he stayed with me he'd only end up getting more hurt anyways, I'm not a very good person at at all. Everyone knows this, even my best friends. I honestly don't even know why they decided to be friends with me at all if they're all aware I'm not a good person and they're all aware that I won't change in this lifetime at least. Finally I tear away my gaze and glance back to the bright desert once again. I never thought I would think this but I sort of miss the snow everyday which was a huge hassle but it wasn't so dusty at least. And I had Chilled to warm me up.

"Nanners?" I turn to the familiar voice and feel a sort of bitter familiarity when I find Ze walking up to me, glancing both ways extremely cautiously. I guess Gassy or anybody must have warned him about this place before coming here, understandable. 

"Ze." Ze tilts his head and gives me a suspicious gaze when u simply say his name.

"You weren't shocked. That means you met up with Chilled?" I stay silent for a moment and for a second, the briefest second I find myself hating the idea of leading him to where Chilled is despite rejecting him myself. Recalling Chilled declaring his love for me, I feel myself feel a pang of guilt. The last thing I expected was a confession after all of these evasions of the L word we've been making. I guess Chilled is a strange person in the end anyways. Ze's curious and very suspicious face pierces through me as if he knows completely what my thought process is.

"Yeah, he was wandering around despite being like that so I took him back to my hideout. It's back over there, the red doorway," I explain to him pointing back towards the hideout. Ze seems confused, probably because I'm being nice to him for once in my life or because I'm completely handing Chilled over to him. I have to admit I have a terrible feeling doing this. If I were to continue with my selfishness I would bolt back and tell Chilled I was kidding, that I had meant to stay there. At this point he's probably already tried leaving but now that I told Ze it should be fine. I chose the worst time to stop being selfish.

Ze looks at me for a moment cautiously before nodding and heading over in the direction I ordered him to. I nearly grab onto his arm to stop him but I stop myself and restrain myself to just glancing back at him. He really cares about Chilled like they're legitimate brothers. If Chilled's little story had truth to it it's understandable but hearing a story like that... It's hardly believable. Though it wouldn't explain why he would suddenly go blind. Maybe they really Dodd go over there and they were tricked and given some messed up drugs or something. I shake my head, tired of meddling these countless amount of theories involving Chilled. The possibility of this many theories only prove Chilled is a complicated man.  Sometimes I wonder if he really does it on purpose, being so complicated and requires more effort to actually keep track of than the average man. If anything he seems to enjoy the attention he gathers everytime he makes that devious face while he's so straight forward with his love for the country and justice. Between the two personas I'd say he's both devious and full of justice, maybe a part of the reason why he's so complicated.

"Nanners? I heard you quit being a thief," a woman suddenly calls out to me, completely destroying my train of thought. I glance back towards the woman, the bright green eyes shining towards me. I recall her darker tanned skin and always shining happily eyes, she's the hard worker who sells the vegetables at the corner, always running the stand I've stolen countless of food from. Oh well, can't change the past. I tilt my head as she approaches so easily, even with a small jump in her stride. I would assume like most of the other people I've stolen from she would be angry at me, ex thief or still thief.