A Few Steps To Your Heart

Chapter 8

It wasn't long before Georgia grew incredibly bored, though Gavin was the one who had not moved an inch. She wondered how he could sit like that all the time, but she didn't ask. After he had snapped at her, she knew he needed a long time to cool down. She didn't want to continue to sit there, though, and stood up, looking around his room. But Gavin heard her move. He turned his head a bit, seeing her looking through some of the stuff his mother had brought down from his old room to decorate this one. He had hidden most things away, like pictures. He hated looking at them.

"I would prefer it if you sat quietly somewhere."

"Yeah, you prefer a lot of things," she countered. "Doesn't mean we always get our way."

She turned her head and smiled at him teasingly.

"Just stop looking around at my stuff."

"I am just looking, not even touching," she said.

"Doesn't matter!"

"It should. I mean, if I was fiddling with something, I would get it, but I am just looking," she said and looked at some prizes he had won as a kid.

"Can you not just sit and read?" he asked.

"No, I grew bored, and since you prefer silence, then I probably shouldn't turn on the TV."

"No, I wouldn't like that."

"Prefer," she teased, knowing how often he used that word.

"Woman, you drive me nuts already," he growled.

"I know, isn't it wonderful we are stuck together."

"You could quit!"

"You could try to smile," she teased.

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, never heard that before? Women get it all the time," she chuckled.

"Am I a woman?"

"No, but there is something called equality."

"It's not funny."

"I think I am hilarious," she said dryly, then grabbed a drawer and opened it. "Hey, pictures!"

"Do. Not. Touch that," he warned.

Georgia looked at him again, seeing how angry he had almost gotten, and quickly put down the picture she had grabbed before holding up her hands.

"Sorry."

"Just sit!" he ordered.

"I am sorry that I can't do the same as you all day. I like to walk around. Even in class, I am walking around."

"You've got too much energy," he said.

"Good thing I am in a school then. I can play with the kids. I am energized like them."

"Maybe you all have ADHD."

"Maybe don't throw around diagnoses," she countered.

"It isn't uncommon."

"No, but as you said, we don't know each other's stories."

"Why take this job?" he asked.

She shrugged.

"You seem to like your other one."

"Someone asked for my help," she said. "And there is summer vacation."

"So, this is just a summer job."

"Depending."

"On?"

"On if you will need me more," she said.

"I don't think so."

"You say that, but we will see in a few weeks when I have been here every day, talking your ear off, annoying the hell out of you," she chuckled.

"It makes it sound even more possible I want you gone," he said.

"We will see."

"No, the outcome is clear."

"We will see," she repeated, just to be annoying.

"My goodness," he sighed and rubbed his eyes. "You are the worst one of them all."

"Maybe because I haven't done medical school."

"They weren't all nurses," he said.

"Well, then I must be special."

"Specially annoying," he retorted.

"You will learn to love me. Your parents paid me."

"They didn't pay me," he mumbled, before he kept a watchful eye on her as she continued her exploration of the room.