I was warm to the bone, the warmth made me drozy and want to fall into an endless sleep but a voice prevented me from falling back into that senselessness. "Hey... (F/n) if your tired go to bed" I opened one eye and looked towards him he was sat in an armchair eyes bearly open. If anyone needed to sleep it was him. I slowly sat up and shuffled down the hall "night" I mumbled and enter the room. A rustic oak bed sat center of the room on night stand sat beside it. I climbed into the pure white sheets I turned to the window I could see the snow outside it was lighter now and I could see some nearby fern trees. The moon dimly lit the room, I truned my back on the light and curled up, the coldness of the sheets setting in. Soon I blacked out the calming sound of the snow on the window soothing me into sleep.
"grrrrrrr" I was half asleep and didn't register the noise at first... Kuma? I heard a door shut I turned around and deemed it as nothing to worry about and went back to sleep.
Soft light filltered through my eye lids but that wasn't what woke me form my slumber something wet yet rough like sand papper was rubbing on my head. I opened my eyes to be met with white fur and two blacked beaded eyes he sniffed once more then let out a little growl. "Morning kuma" I rubbed at his chin and sat up, he really does remind me more of a cat or dog rather then a polar bear. I stilled wore my clothes from yesterday so I didn't bother to get changed. I walked out into the cold corridor a sweet smell catching my attention kuma was at my heels well more like knee.... I looked to the fireplace a small fire was lit and a blanket and pillow layed in a pile on the couch.
I heard some grumbles and moved my gaze to the maker of the noise he stood at the stove cooking. Two plates where set on a little wooden table I stumbled over and stopped near matt "can I make some tea?" I asked tiredly he let out a little grunt "cabinet all way to left top right corner the suger should be there too" he instructed. I followed the simple instructions and found a small oven kettle, a tub of suger and loads of different types of tea. "You don't drink tea right? " I qouestioned assuming he didn't "Yeh" he replied "um so why so much tea?" I asked knowing only someone really into tea would have this much choice. "it's my brother's, they're here for when ever he comes round" he anwsered I felt a bit bad nicking the bloke's tea but to be fair I need to wake up and without tea that's never going to happen.
I filled up the kettle and walked up beside matt to the cooker I could bow see now that he was making some pancakes. I turned on the right back hob so I wouldn't be in his way and placed on the cute little kettle. Now to find a mug I opened the draw to the right of the previous and luckily first time lucky. Some had coffee stains in them I found a lovely crisp one at the back a bird painted on to
it. I put in the right amount of suger then a tad extra for a boost I placed a traditional tea bag in as the kettle whistled. I rushed over and took it of the hob the steam burned slightly at my hand as I pour it into the mug. I grabbed a spoon from a wooden rack and stured at my tea then added some milk from the fridge (if you don't have milk or suger oh just forget about it) I could feel something burning into my legs I looked down to find a kuma standing by me not letting me move because he was sat on my feet.He growled when I tired to escape "Matt... Kuma won't let me move " I sighed he turned his head slightly looking at the scene. "eh what am I ment to do?" he shrugged truning back round.
I puffed out my cheeks all I wanted to do was sit sown and drink my tea. "Kuma move" I tired he only yawned at me showing his sharp canines. "Kuma" I spoke stronger he growled back in acknowledgment but didn't budge. I let out a sigh I noticing from the corner of my eye matt was watching and he was mocking me with a smirk. He was finding this funny. I'll show him... "Kuma move or no fish" the bear looked up his eyes turning big ans sad "move..." I repeated he slowly got up and padded away. I turned my head to the canadian he had turned back round to the stove. I was about to say something but thought against it and sat down at the table.
*diffrent pov *
I laid on my back and looked up at the whitewash ceiling. I couldn't think straight the only thing on my mind was her... and him. I had checked into a motel hoping to get some sleep after the long reckless drive but I couldn't at all. All I could think was what he had done to my doll to make her go off with him. I bet he doesn't know her as well as I do after all I'm the only one she ever talks to. I bet he doesn't know about the accident, poor doll she was mortified. I decide at that moment I definitely wasn't angery at (F/n) but with matt. I rolled over to be meet with the sight of my beautiful bat on a bright yellow wall. Why him? Why not me? I clenched my thists only to loosen them again. F###ing a## is going to pay.
( sorry it's real lately been awefully busy lately I promise I'll try and keep it more frequent if I can)
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RandomAn artist surrounded by wildlife, hated by the community she lives in except for the selected few. She searches for inspiration in the forest know as her back yard. What happens when she stumbles in to a certain Canadian or should I say he stumbles...