Crab

Chapter 12- No home

Luis

I heard a thud, and I properly woke up to see the end. It was just Trist moving the carts, trying to get space.

"I need music,"
"What?"
"You heard me," I needed it, for this unexpected cold journey.
"I don't get it?"
"I just said," I think it was random.

"I just said? What does that mean?"
"Dude, what do you mean?"
"I dunno, you interrupted me! What do you mean?"
"What the hell? I just said a little phrase..." I murmured.
"You don't see it do you?"
I shook my head slowly.

"We, we are on a flying thing, and it's practically snowing? I just clicked, why did I even- Why did I bother coming with you?"
"Because, Matai,"
"He's just a crab, once we reach the end we can go back, home,"
"Isn't that rude?"
"Hello? A crab,"
"Okay?"
Tristian ignored me, facing his back at me.

"Fine,"
"Fine!" He cried out.

It's probably the cold. He was okay the last hour.

"Woah-" It was moving too much.

And then, a disgusting taste came up to my mouth. Looking to the mountains, I looked down, vomiting. It looked plain, but it hurt my stomach, and for (perhaps many) reasons, it felt forceful.

I didn't feel Trist staring.

I wiped my mouth away using my sleeve, and closing my eyes, I shuffled myself back to the middle, not attempting to fall off again.

"You good?"
"Yeah. Thanks,"
"Whatever,"

I put my head in my knees, thinking of the future. I mean seriously, just a crab.

Hello insanity, goodbye sanity. That's what I'm trying to avoid! I guess it's not clear enough for my brain.

"I see the end, I bet there's going to be a really hard hit," I said, lifting my head in hope.

Trist stood up, carefully, taking the tarpaulin off and trying to fold it under his arm.

"What are you gonna do with that?"
"Nothing, prepare yourself and sit tight,"
I scoffed for the second time in two months.

I stood up with him, holding on the vertical string which acted like a tent.

"I sat down, and left, pushing myself off. I almost, almost died, just to not see Tristian. I climbed the mountain, not finding Matai, and instead finding a girl in the woods, a cabin with lots and lots of snow on it. I went in, and lived, without Matai, and with Tristian dead, without the gracious words of his therapist, he died. He may have the skills, but he needs the emotional insides too," I said out of nowhere, and saw him twitch after the words 'almost died'.

Hopping off after the clanks and thuds of the boxes, I hopped off, feeing the snow on my shoes.

"Eesh..." He said, pulling the tarpaulin over both of our heads.

"Where to?" He asked me.
"Go straight, he couldn't have gone far,"
He led the way, letting me carry the bag.

'

"It's been fifteen minutes, just wait! We need to go find him!" I wailed at him.
He sat on the snow, and I stood there shocked.

I sighed, as he put the tarpaulin over his head. I joined him, pulling the bag close to keep me warm.

"This is crazy,"
"Shut up," He said blankly.
I could get why he sounded so funny, yet rude.

It was unexpected, but seriously?
He has to be there for me, like I am for him. Maybe I don't know if he isn't for me actually.

"I need food,"
"Ugh!"

"Such a monotone, so monotonous!" I said, sarcastically acting fascinated.
"Where do we get food?"  He said get, like get.

"G..Get!" I half whisper-shouted.
"What?" He said to me, blinking confusingly.
"Nothing, food!" I nudged his stomach.
"One, ow. Two, where?"
"Nice sentences," I said, standing up and walking away. He followed, holding our source of shelter and bag.

"I hate you!"
"Say it again!" I cried out, looking behind.
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate, hate hate hate you! I, hate, you. I hate you, I hate you!" He shouted, following the same thing over and over again.

He put his hands over his ears, saying it as loud as he could.

"Me too,"
"Seriously? Small response? I hate you! I hate you, I hate hate hate hate hate you, and your smug face! I hate you, I hate--"

We continued, until we were so hungry, we couldn't take it.