Shattered ✓ (BxB)

Twenty-Eight: Ana

     I wake up to sounds of talking.

People are still talking when I begin to stir.

Not only did I wake because of talking, but also for the fact I have a weird, odd feeling in my gut.

And no smart ass, it’s not hunger.

The feeling seems to be the thought that Irina might be in danger.

I try to sooth my thoughts as I sit up.

Come on! You’re overreacting.

Irina went to see her uncle—who also happens to be the Tsar of Daskanalasć. Even though Maximoff is evil, he’d never hurt Irina. After all, they are family.

I take a deep breath. Yeah. He’d never hurt her. Irina isn’t in danger.

I rub my eyes and the look around the room. “Obsidian,” I begin to call out.

“Yeah?” Obsidian calls back to me. He’s standing awkwardly doing nothing.

I’d assume he was staring at Gabriel Vladimirov.

In which, that wouldn’t really surprise me.

After all, Obsidian is gay and I’m pretty sure Gabriel is his type.

“Who are all these people?” I ask Obsidian, as I stand up.

Obsidian says, “Gabe and I will tell you in the morning when everyone else wakes.”

I nod because I’m okay with that. “But, Gabe...wow.”

“What about him?” Obsidian asks me.

“You guys are on a nick-name basis? And I thought us lesbians moved fast...” A pause. “But since you call him Gabe does that mean he calls you...what...Oby or Sid?” I snort, accidentally.

Obsidian glares at me and elbows me in the side.

“Oof!” I kneel over. “What the hell, dude!” I exclaim as I rise again.

“Ana, Gabriel and I aren’t a thing. And besides, I don’t like him,” Obsidian tells me. He’s clearly bluffing and lying about the whole thing.

I begin to question him. “Are you sure about that? I saw you making goo-goo eyes at him just a couple of minutes ago.”

Obsidian’s face turns red with embarrassment. “Y-you s-saw t-that?” he stuttered.

I nod. “Yep! I’m assuming Gabriel is just your type then.”

Obsidian stands quietly.

I gaze at him. “And that would make your type edgy Gothic smokers with a mysterious past, now wouldn’t it?”

Silence.

I tell him, “You don’t have to be afraid to correct me if I’m wrong.”

Obsidian says nothing.

“Just because I’m a butch lesbian and you’re a twink doesn’t mean you have to be afraid of me.” Then a thought barrels into my head. “Wait...are you afraid of butch lesbians? Obsidian, I didn’t peg you as the type-”

“No, I’m not scared of butch lesbians, asshole,” Obsidian growls quietly.

“Oh good! For a second I thought you were. And if that were so, I’d say, I’m sorry, but this friendship won’t work out. Now go make out with Mikah or something.”

Obsidian rolls his gold eyes at me. “You’re such an ass.”

I smile. “You know that’s just what I strive to be.”

A silence falls over us again.

“So, was I right about you liking Gabriel and your type of guy you like?” I ask the raven-haired boy.

“Well first of all-” he starts off.

I cut him off with claps. “Oh goodie! You’re about to make a hundred different points to me! Oh, Professor Yakivev, do go on!”

Obsidian rolls his eyes once again at me. “...as I was saying, I don’t have type of a guy I prefer.”

I mutter under my breath, “Sure you don’t.”

Obsidian ignores that little comment. “And secondly, yes, you guessed it. I do have feelings for Gabriel. Just don’t tell him, okay?”

“Why do you think I’ll tell him? Do you think I can’t keep a secret? Do you think I’m not a good friend?” I begin, tears gathering in my eyes.

“No, Ana, I don’t mean it like that! I’m sorry!” Obsidian apologizes.

I laugh.

Obsidian looks at me like, ‘wtf, Ana? What’s going on? Are you going through another psychotic episode? Do you need you pills?’.

No. I don’t need my pills. “It’s called acting, Obsidian. You should learn how to do that sometime.”

Obsidian asks, “So, you won’t tell him?"

“Of course not! Now go back out there and make yourself useful,” I command him.

“You’ve got it.” Obsidian runs out back toward the living room.

I gaze around the walls of the dimly lit hallway. And I think, maybe I’ll just chill in here for a bit with the spiders.