Silent Art

Chapter 5 - Silent Brotherly Talks

Hello my Marinators! (Yeah, I just made my own fan group name...GOT A PROBLEM?) Like promised, I did a early upload!

Yeah, I'm just that awesome!

I left off where Damien and Baila started to get along and went for a coffee.

What does that have to do with brotherly talks you ask? Well Find out!

P.S I LOVE ALL OF MY MARINATORS! AND I LURV YOUR FACES!

Off to the story!

Picture to the right is of Carter!

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Chapter 5 - Silent Brotherly Talks

Baila

        As I heard Damien's loud footsteps trail behind me, all that was running through my mind was: Why was Damien mute? We just had a whole argument over a dry-erase board because of his disability. To be honest, I've never heard of mute people. The only people I saw do sign language, were people who were deaf, and Damien certainly isn't deaf, I mean he did know what song I was playing. All I could possibly think that could be wrong with him was that he had to go through some traumatic experience.

        What traumatic experience could he have possibly have been through? I mean, he looked fine to me.

        With that thought, I glanced back at Damien who had dark blue Dr.Dre beats on his head, swaying his to the beat. I smiled inwardly loving the way he looked so careless about everything. I took that brief moment of admiration to look him over. He was wearing worn out black Vans, tight dark blue jeans, and a Adidas muscle t-shirt. When I say that his muscle shirt fit him perfectly, God knows I meant perfectly. It was legit taking some magical being to keep me from drooling all over his gorgeous skin. His warm golden blonde hair was perfectly tousled, as if he woke up just as gorgeous as he is now.

        Then when he danced, it could make any person of the female population drool up a river. The way he closed his eyes when he moved, or how he bit his lip when he was concentrating har-

        My thoughts were suddenly brought to a screeching halt when a soft but firm hand tried to yank my hand back. In immediate response, I yanked my hand away only to have a brutal layer of filthy rain water engulf me.

        Within initial shock, I closed my eyes silently and counted to ten trying not to scream profanities. I heard a breathy snicker, to which I turned around to see Damien with a fist in his mouth as if he was trying to stifle a loud laugh. When he calmed down he shrugged at me as if to say: "Hey. I warned you."

        "What am I going to do? I can't be out in public looking like this!" I said trying to castrate him with my eyes.

He shrugged again, and started to write on the dry-erase board that was hanging around his neck: "Well, your face wasn't too dandy before, so at least now you can fix that mess you call a face!" He smirked at me as he turned the board around to show me what he had written. Fury embedded my face as I ran over to him trying to snap his manhood in half. If I should call it manhood. . . that stupid asshole. As I ran, he quickly wrote on the board and stuck a finger out to lightly push me back.

        "Uh uh Dirterella, I don't know what disease you are now carrying. You might wanna wash up first...As well as wash my finger who has now had the unfortunate pleasure of touching you." I snorted loudly in a very unladylike manner as I threw my hands up in defeat.

        "So what do you expect me to do?" I asked in irritation. He rolled his eyes and wrote again.

        "Shower at home?" He queried. I was about to consider it when I thought about if I really wanted him to see my home. There were pictures everywhere, and I mean everywhere of my mom. Especially pictures of her dancing. I didn't need him to put two and two together and realize that my mom is dead and then have him treat me any differently. Although, him being slightly less rude would help very much.