Ash and the Spellingg Bee

Late night equals road trouble.

We were still at Henry's garage and I had Marcus drive my car over so I could put my bike in the back.
"Why not just drive it back to where we are staying?"
"Cause it looks like Shawn needs me for this so he doesn't lose his mind. But he has said he will give me a ride back to where I'm stayin' so it's all good."
"Your a good friend."
"Not really. He keeps tryin' to get me to help him make a dog house. It ain't workin'."
"Alrighty then. See you when I see you then. You have a day off tomorrow as well due to the fact I did promise you could see your friends tomorrow and I have to talk to your siblings about their stuff."
"All good. Have a safe drive back!" I exclaimed before he got in a drove off.
"You know you didn't need to do that." Shawn suddenly told making me jump in my skin.
"Jesus Shawn. I know that, I just wanted to. Besides it looks like you need moral support for making this."
"He's not here, you can help."
"Come on. I have a ba in art, so I can't give you constructive criticism." I joked as we walked back to the dog house.

Surprisingly we were still next to the garage when night fell and the doghouse was slowly making progress but not a lot.
"Ok this is getting sad let me help."
"No. Your right, he won't count it if you help."
"You know he only told us I couldn't help because he just wants to see if you are fully capable of achieving your own goals."
"Is that why you moved away."
"No we had to move."
"You know I'm also curious why you cover your arms now. You never did that, and when I stayed with you for awhile, you always had your body covered."
"Guess you figured me out Shawn. I'm self conscious of my body. You know going to high school when your only in your early teens do sometimes make the older kids resent you."
"We both know that's not the true reason. Your hiding the actual one."
"There's nothin' to hide. Just me not likin' to show my body is all."
Soon Henry returned home and I looked towards the doghouse to see only the bare bones of a rudimentary doghouse has been put together. I looked back up at Shawn to see him eating some pineapple as well as holding a hammer in his other hand, while Henry got out of his truck and looked at what he made as well.
"What is that?" He asked making Shawn pull a confused look.
"'What is that'? It's the doghouse."
"No, it's not. Did you help him on this?"
"You said not to and then later he actually wouldn't allow me to help."
"What are you talking about?" Shawn questioned
"I gave you specifications."
"When?"
'This is gonna go bad.'
"When I gave you the job."
"In 1989?"
"Shawn, you know as well as I do this is not what I asked for. Keep working. And don't be too loud. The neighbors are trying to sleep." He told before giving my head another kiss before going inside as Shawn raised the hammer in frustration.
I watched as he looks down at the doghouse and kicked it lightly, causing it to fall apart and making Shawn throw the tools down.
"Ok. We callin' it a night." I told as I got up.
"What?"
"Shawn. It's late. You have a case to work on, you need to have some sleep at least."
"You mean we."
"I wasn't hired. I ain't workin' it."
"Then I hire you to help us."
"Fine but I get a third of the money."
"Your rich. Cant you do it out of the kindest of your heart."
"I would 'ave if you had let me start helping ya. Now come on. The hotel I'm at has great room service." I told as I gave a stretch and began to head to his bike.
'What a weird day.'

Shawn was driving down an empty road with me on the back of his motorcycle and I could tell he was lost in thought about his childhood and what not.
'Feel bad. All he wanted was Henry to approve him but tough love just divided them. At least he had it better then I did.'
As we kept going down the road I looked over his shoulder to see a van was coming in the opposite direction blinding us with the headlights. As it was coming closer Shawn swerved so it missed us, only for the bike to hit a curb sending us flying over the handlebars and into the grass in the side of the road. Shawn quickly sat up, or as quickly as he could while I heard the van drive off.
"Do you think it it was a fan?" I joked making him make his way closer to me.
"You ok Bunny?"
"Feel fine. Don't feel anything broken."
"Jacket off." He told making me sit up and we both do so to make sure we are ok.
As soon the jacket was off, my shirt hung from my elbows as I grabbed Shawns phone to call an ambulance.
"Bunny, please tell me that is not a tattoo." He told making me look at my right arm to see the small rabbit tattoo I had gotten a month or so ago.
"Uh yeah. Yeah it is. I have more planned." I told as he grabbed my arm to look at it.
'This is not fun.'