Dreaming of a sinful sunflower

You plan to what?

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Basils pov

"What plan?" I ask, completely confused. "Oh yeah we didn't tell ya, did we?" Aubrey said, dipping her waffle into some maple syrup. "We're going to basically break into your house to get your stuff. Then we're going to call the police." Sunny said in his usual monotone voice. Why did he make it sound so simple?!

"Hey, wait! How do you make this sound so simple?!" I look at Sunny, shaking my head. "Cause it is? We have a easy way in and out." Aubrey taps the table. "W-well, what about the police? We are adults so you can't charge my parents with child abuse." I shoot back. "We can just charge them with assault. They didn't let you out of your room, starved you, physically and mentally abused you. And we have proof." Sunny gripped my waist a bit tighter.

He rested his head back on mine. He traced my arm, seemingly doing this unconsciously. "Ok. If we are on agreement with this, then I'll leave." Aubrey stands up. "Oh and we'll meet up at the park at three right?" Aubrey asked as Sunny nodded his head.

"Alright! You two have fun. I'm going to hang out with my girlfriend to cool off. Cya!" Aubrey smiles, waving. We(me and Sunny) wave her good bye as Sunny finishes his food.

As I started to stand up to do the dishes, I feel a hand on my shoulder. "I'll do them." Sunny simply said. I shake my head. "You go wake up. But if you want, you can help." I explain. He immediately nodded, making me chuckle.

I head over to the sink, picking up a sponge. "So... do you need help with unpacking?" I try to strike up a conversation. "Yeah, tomorrow my bed frame is coming in. I'll need some help with building it." He responded, taking the soapy plate from my hand. I nodded.

"Well, we both know that I'm not that strong. Neither are you." I said, scrubbing the pan I used for the bacon. Sunny chuckled, putting his hand on the counter. "Yeah. I got kel to help out, so we're good."

I nodded silently. As soon as we finished up, we sat on the couch. We had decided to watch tv, something we did as kids when we would hang out alone. We decided on a comedy, it turns out that it wasn't so comedic.

"Hey, could I see something?" Sunny asked, holding my arm. I nodded, knowing he wouldn't do anything to hurt me.

He rolled up my sleeve, revealing bruises and cuts. He winced, but then smiles. He said something under his breath, then gets up. "Uhh, Sunny? Where are you going?" I ask, very confused. "I'm getting something, I'll be right back!" He yells back.

He came back about five minutes later, holding a large white box. "Uhh... what's that?" I question. "First aid." He simply responds. He takes out disinfectant wipes, cleaning the cut areas.

He takes some bandages, wrapping them around my arms. "Does your legs have any cuts?" He asks, finishing up my left arm. "Only small ones, they're from glass. I do have bruises though." I respond, looking at Sunny's handy work.

"Ok, have they healed?" He asked, concerned for me. Silly Sunny, shouldn't he know that I'm fine? Plus, my legs only hurt when I stand for too long. "I'm fine sun. I'm not glass." I pat his head. His hair is strangely silky and soft.

"I know, I'm just worried." Sunny frowned. "I know your worried. You can help, but I can also take care of myself to an extent." I hold Sunny's face in between my hands.

His face gets a bit warmer, glowing a soft red. Is he sick? "You ok sun? Your a bit red. Don't tell me your sick!" I say, voice full of concern. "N-no Im fine. Do you want to walk around town for a bit? I saw a new cafe just outside of town."

"Sure!"