Eternity Isn't Eternal

Teaching New Things

“We shall drink till drink be drunk!” Their friend bellowed from the middle of the trail; face filled with dirt as his hands cleaned themselves on his clothes. They had to go out of town for a job and were soon to arrive back.

They chuckled, tossing their arm over his shoulders to drag him down some. “It’s till we be drunk, not drink ye fool. I told ye to stop your drinking.” They laughed again, causing them both to sway as though drinks fell for free.

They knew he would need to go home before filling his belly with more liquid, and that may have caused them to walk a tad slower. They didn’t understand it themselves but they didn’t want to leave their friend with his wife and kids, they wanted to keep him for themselves so they could continue their nightly drinking without interruption.

But that was a selfish thought, one that even they understood could never come true.

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Wind brushed passed you quickly, drawing a shiver up your spin. You grumbled some but refused to close the window, somehow finding peace in it. The child had finally convinced you to let them drive your car and you had begun to regret it. They weren’t even in yet and you were scared for your life.

You watched as they checked their pockets before hopping in, shaking the car slightly. Your breath hitched but you tried not to let it show too much, keeping your eyes on everything outside. Over the years you had started to stop getting scared of things such as this but the kid driving was beginning to bring it back. “Ok, you gotta walk me through this but don’t make me feel stupid.”

You smirked some and took the slight teasing as a way to calm down. It’s not like you could die and you had taken it upon yourself to make sure the child was safe, so this drive should be fine. “Of course, your Majesty. If a Butler such as myself made you feel inferior to, I have no right to call myself a Butler at all. I shall do my best to make sure you learn without a thought of subsidiarity going into your head.”

The child looked at you dumbly, making you laugh more and start to double in on yourself. The kid was smart but when it cam to words they had less of a chance, so when you wanted to annoy them you would use larger words. “You’re a bastard, you know I’m bad with words.”

“I apologize, shall we begin?” With a red face to match the child’s, the kid started the car.

It took many minutes to even leave the garage, the car jerking and stopping multiple times. It was clear the child was getting frustrated that their timing was off and the reddened face was more than enough to tell you that you should help settle them down.

Driving a car such as this was a difficult feat. If you had little patience it was hard to calm yourself down enough to complete the task, but you had faith in the child.

You explained everything easily, helping when they got stuck and encouraged them when they began to back out. They reminded you of yourself, although you had no one to encourage you as you learned.

After the many hours of practice you returned home, the car still jerking and stopping but it had gotten better. You explained that they shall learn more every Wednesday, as to not take too much time from their school week or busy weekend activities. It also allowed you to tell just how eager they were to learn.

“Ice cream to celebrate! I’m thinking… movie binge?” They glanced behind themselves to look at you, their motives for the kitchen so they could grab the tubs of ice cream you had stashed there.

It was often the two of you watched movies and ate ice cream, so you made sure to always have some prepared.
You nodded, going to grab the spoons as they opened the freezer. You guys then switched places so you could grab the bowls and they could grab the napkins.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and smiles, some imitations happening as well. It was calming almost, to be able to finally talk to another human after so many years of being alone. Sure, you may go out on occasions to grab something small but it wasn’t like this. These types of nights was something you used to share with your old friend, and maybe that was why you hadn’t minded when the kid decided to move in.

It was almost a year and half from when they first arrived, and it seemed the days had only gotten better. Some part of you was happy you couldn’t die, seeing as how you wouldn’t have been able to meet the small human that sat next to you.

But another part understood that when the time came, things would get difficult.