Colossal Damage

7 . Finding it

"And so the cat and dog were left to their own devices ." Carter smirks at me . I pay him no attention ; instead , I look out to the road before me and I drive me home . As for how he will be getting home , we shall see if the little doggy can make his way home .

"You can't really ignore me ; we are going to be in each others company for the most of it ." We'll see .

"You just drove past my house ." I just could not miss the opportunity to make a snide comment .

"Oh . So you have a home ?" I turn to face him briefly before focusing my eyes back onto the road .

"Touchè." He shakes his head with a slight smile on his lips .

Honk ! I punch the hooter as some "monkey" cuts me in traffic. This is why I don't do the driving . I'm the passanger while London the driver .

"Road rage won't get you anywhere ." He states calmly while smoothing the back of his hair . I wonder what he would look like bald . Better yet picture this : a strip of scalp down his head ( it has to be perfectly in line with his nose ) , almost like a runway for a plane . I smile to myself ; I'm cruel . I will admit to that .

Bang ! I slam my car door shut and lock the car . I bolt for the door in an attempt to beat Carter . I manage to get inside ; however , just as I am about to close the door and attempt to lock it he wedges his foot between the door and the frame .

"Go home Carter !" I grunt as I move from the door and stomp my way inside . I would slam the door and possibly squish his foot but you see I'm cruel just not that cruel .

"But you will be lonely ."

"Stop doing that with your face ." I walk up to him and I flick his nose .

"Why ?" I'm pretty sure we have all seen Puss In Boots . You know those eyes he makes when he wants something ? This is the image Carter paints on his face .

"So , what's for dinner ?" The idiot bounces not walks to the couch where he kicks his feet up . My mother would die if she saw his shoes clad feet dangling off her sofas .

"Carter !" I march over to him and scoop his feet into my tight grip and I throw his feet violently off the coach . His feet land with a thump and his body swings itself into a sitting position .

I don't spare him another look instead I turn my back and be a very rude host . I walk upstairs and march to my room. Slamming my door hard enough to make sure he can hear it from downstairs , I dive for my bed . Hopefully he takes the hint that his presence is not welcome .

Knock . Knock . I let out a groan already knowing who it is on the other side .

"Paris ." Knock . Knock . The tone he uses to say my name has me stiffling a giggle .

"Do you wanna build a snowman ." A playful smile graces my face as I hear him huff out a disappointed breath . "It doesn't have to be a snowman ."

I decided to play along .

"Go away Carter ." A giggle manages to escape while I try my best to muster up my best Elsa accent .

"Okay . Byeee. "He sings . That does it for me and I face plant my head in order to mask my laughter .

Pure silence . I don't know if he is actually gone . The front door is rather far from my bedroom so I wouldn't be able to hear if it opened or closed .

London has been gone for about an hour now and I hate to admit but the silence without her is deafening in this house . I'm bored , and I'm not in the mood for reading or anything that involves thinking . It's hot too . I guess we could say , I'm misrable ; I don't know what to do with myself . You're probably wondering why I chased Carter then . Well I'm complicated incase you haven't figured that out yet .

I find myself in the shower then later hunting for my cool , summer pajamas . I find them stuffed in the back of my closet and smile when I see my favourite childhood cartoon smiling back at me .

My stomach grumbles , so I make my way downstairs towards the kitchen . That is when I hear it !

"What's up doc ." It nods towards my pajamas .