Back Talking & BackHanding

Nosy-ness

Ari POV

The shed was filled with cans of paint, paint brushes, sand paper, construction paper, wallpaper, glue, tape, scissors. Where the hell was I? It had a horse saddle, it had a plow, a hoe, it had watering hoses and flower pots, it was filled with blankets and pillows and leashes and collars. Pots and pans for cooking and a book shelf. Who had lived here before? They were awesome.

I tapped my foot for a second and then grabbed the pillows. Whoever lives here sure did like nay blue. I put them down on the logs and then went back over to the shed. I looked in it for a minute and saw outdoor chairs and stools. This was a big shed. I grabbed the small table and the chairs and placed them in a neat arrangement on the more cement-y area under a big tree. There was a big umbrella that you'd put over chairs and tables. So that's what I did. I made sure to stick it in the whole on the table tightly so it wouldn't come out.

When I was done with that, I noticed there was a swing on the large oak tree. It was in the fence area, that was big, but I hadn't noticed it before. There was one regular swing, and a ways away from it was a tire swing. I thought that was really cool. So I dusted them off and tested it out and it was really fun. Yea, I can have fun by myself. 😌.

I started getting hungry so I put away the stuff I wasn't using and I closed the shed. I went inside and smacked on a banana and a root beer. I hate root beer, but I think it goes well with bananas. *shrug* It was later, the sun wasn't as high anymore. It wasn't painfully dark or anything, but it wasn't super bright.

The door opened and closed and I was in the bedroom. Enjoying some food. "Fox?" Sean called. "In here!!" I said all hyper. Soda isn't really good for me. Sean came into the bedroom with a disappointed look in his eyes. "No one?" I asked. He shook his head. "Nope. But I'm tired so I came back." I nodded.

"Go outside." I said. Sean gave me a confused look. "I want you to see what I did today. Go out of the back door." I commanded, sippin' my soda. Sean rolled his eyes and went outside the back door. "You did all this?" He called. "Yep!" I said. I listened for the back door to close, and for Sean's footsteps. He came back into the room and sat down on 'his' bed.

"Why?" He asked. "I mean, it looks nice and you did a good job to do it all by yourself. But what made you do it?" He asked. I shrugged and bit into my banana. My yellow fruit. "I got bored." Sean nodded.

•Later•

I was havin' a hard time getting to bed. I was worrying for my friends and the teachers. I hoped they were all okay and I hoped none of them were alone. "Fox. Stop all that shufflin' girl, you're not the only one Tryna get some shut eye." Sean warned. I was toss in' and turnin'. The bed creeped under my weight sometimes and even I found it annoying. I fluffed my pillow and got comfy under the blankets. I stopped movin around but I couldn't seem to go to bed.

My mind started wandering off. Well, so much for that history project.

There was no sun, the next morning. At least it wasn't the sun that woke me up. It was the smell of food. Good food. I opened my eyes and rolled over to my side. Sean wasn't in his messy, not made bed. I huffed. Really? I sat up and slipped some shoes onto my feet. "Sean?" I yawned walking out of the bedroom. I followed the scent into the kitchen. Bacon. Haha, bacon. He was making a beautiful, tasty bacon sandwich.

If I could, I would marry bacon. But he wouldn't be able to say 'I Do' and then it would be awkward. : /. I licked my lips at the food and I leaned on the island. "Good morning." Sean said. "Uhuh." I say, watching the bacon. Sean raised an eyebrow as he looked at me, then he smiled. "Nope. Uhuhn. This, is for me. You make your own." I pouted and went and sat on the couch.

Sean finished making his Gold and came and sat down on the couch. Eating it right in front of me. He took a large bite out of his large golden sandwich. I eyed the food, not for a second looking away from it. "Do you mind?" Sean asked, a mouthful of bacon in his mouth. "Yes, I do." I said. Sean rolled his eyes and chewed and swallowed. I continued to look at the food in his hand, like a begging dog would, almost drooling.

Sean's knee started to bounce as he began to get annoyed. He was halfway through the large sandwich when he looked over at me. He groaned and stood. He shoved the sandwich in my hand and threw his own up. "Take it! Take it! Jeez!" He whined walking back into the bedroom. I giggled. "Thank you." I said starting to eat the still large sandwich. "Don't ask me for shit else." Sean called from the room.

That made me giggle more. Later on, after I finished Sean's leftovers, I washed my hands and face and grabbed a book from my bag. I'd brought along 5 books, hoping to read at least 3. I was reading on the plane but Sean's poking was a diversion. The book I was reading was called The Maze Runner. This book made me so damn mad. *SMH*

I was halfway through the book and I glanced over at Sean. He was dozing off, his headphones in, his arms over his stomach. He was so sexy, his voice was so sexy, his everything was so sexy. But he was so mean and abusive that it just fucked up life. I don't know what I did to him to make him hate me but he sure did dislike me with a passion. And all of a sudden, he was being nice.

Maybe he just didn't want me to leave because he didn't want to be alone. Maybe he was only using me for his comfort after everyone was gone. Or maybe, he really wanted to change. Maybe he didn't want to be mean to me, but he just didn't know how to stop. And now would be the perfect time to start being nice to me. To ask for forgiveness. I was taken out of my thoughts by that sexy voice. "See something you like?" Sean smirked.

I felt my cheeks get warmer and I looked away. "Nope." I say. I hear Sean's sexy chuckle and out of the corner of my eye I see him shake his head. "Okay, Fox." he says. "Sure."