S.I.X

Ch 5 - Ya Messed Up

>>>SIX'S CAR

I was surprised to wake up feeling no pain at all. I guess Six's pills and shower were my solution. I surprised myself even more by being ready by 06:30. I was waiting outside the gate, dressed in blue jeans, a blue and white striped t-shirt, a white leather jacket, my blue Converse boot sneakers and matching accessories, including a blue scarf.

It was once again chilly, and I could see the leaves starting to change. Fall is officially upon us. The familiar purr of Six's car sounded as he turned into our street. I only then realized that it was a black Tesla. I wasn't sure which one, but I knew the brand logo.

He parked the car before stepping out, dressed once more in all black. He's a walking cliché, but something told me that once I knew everything about him, I wouldn't think so at all. Something told me that while he looks like a cliché, he's a million miles from it.

"I see you didn't want me in your room," he commented, that teasing tone I'm not sure about in his voice.

"Yeah well, I didn't want to have to save your name on my phone as peeping tom," I taunted. His eyes widened slightly.

"I didn't even peep!" he defended.

I burst out laughing. "I'm kidding!"

I was blessed with a sight I was sure I wouldn't see again for a long time as his cheeks tinged a little. "What did you save my name as anyway?"

"Five," I giggled. He scowled.

"Why?" he asked.

"It will be interesting watching people wonder why I know so many people whose names are numbers," I replied.

"Two is barely many people," he scoffed.

"See, that's why my dad is One, Nick is Two, Viola is Three, Sunny is Four, Wes is Seven, Cash is Eight and Eli is Nine," I explained.

For the second time, he face palmed himself in my honour.

"Just get in the car blossom," he sighed as he opened the door for me, making me laugh.

"You just wont admit that my thinking is awesome," I said as we made our way to school.

He rolled his eyes. "There are many things in the world that are awesome. Your thinking is not one of them. If anything, it's lame."

I gasped. "Take that back!"

"I can't do that. Once words have left my mouth, I cannot take them back. It is impossible," he replied.

"You know what I mean," I mumbled.

"I'm afraid not," he said impassively.

Sometimes I just want to hit him upside the head with multiple textbooks, but then again, I'd like to live to see my children, let alone have them. I know for a fact that he could always decide to kill me if he wants.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

"Children," I blurted.

He raised an eyebrow. "Children?"

"Yeah! I'm thinking about how many I want to have," I made up.

"And?" he queried.

"Five," I decided there and then.

The number five seems prominent today.

"Are you sure you want to do that to the world?" he asked.