The Story of Us

Chapter 8

"Come on Harry." I tried coaxing the pain in my ass.

It was almost eleven AM and we were just settling in to eat. I would have gotten it sooner, but he was still ranting about his coat! I mean, good Lord almighty. I would have gone and physically skinned some sheep at that point and made a damn coat if it would have made him happy, but he was moping because it was supposedly a 'one of a kind' his friend had created specifically for him.

First world problems ya'll.

"Sod off!" Harry responded miserably, turning from me to the ceiling.

A breath of silence filled the air around us. I was frustrated, he was upset, suffice to say misery loves company.

"Listen, Harry? I'm sorry Precocious ate your coat. However, you need to eat and I need to go back to the stream to gather some fresh water before the spring completely freezes over. I might also need to try and catch us some fish for lunch."

Saying that as an afterthought brought me back to five-star's rings. I seriously need to ask to borrow that one with the shiny large crystal.

"Speaking of catch, can I borrow one of your rings for the afternoon? Fish love things that sh –"

"NO!" Harry yelled, grabbing his jewelry from the nightstand with the force of a pissed of ogre before I could even finish asking.

Sheesh! Alright captain demon seed.

I did not say this mind you. I might have spared no expense to his feelings and said this instead.

"Fine, be a dismal cunt. Just don't expect me to stay here and be part of your self-loathing pity party, five-star. I'll see you in a few hours. Here's breakfast." I sat the plate by him and grabbed the fishing gear.

Harry said nothing though he certainly looked like he wanted to cry. If that's what it took for him to get himself put together, I wasn't going to stand in his way.

I marched out the door and slammed it with a frustrated scream.

That man was going to drive me to drink! Thank God I'm over twenty-one.

My voice was cut off by the wind. The chilly afternoon literally stole the scream from the air, pocketing in its void.

I don't know if I'd have luck catching anything, but it was a hell of a lot better than hanging out with Scrooge.

Honestly, the kid could be relaxed one second and then crabby the next. He was well rounded, sure. He just seemed to be bi-polar.

I mean, everything was peachy until he found out the cat ate his coat; then, like magic, he turns into Archie Bunker from All in the Family.

Yeah, I feel old even writing that.

I held up one of Harry's rings with a small smile.

He may have dropped one on the bed. I may have put down his food and nicked it.

Yes, I'm guilty of stealing. However, fish love shiny things and it's not like I'm going to lose it or keep it. I'm going to fish.

I bet you're noticing my present and past use of words by now, huh? Cause I sure am. It's annoying me too, but like I told you. I'm NOT a story teller.

This next bit you'll love. You will be happy to know that I caught so many fish with that ring. I think we had enough fish for like, three days. I finally outsmarted the little bastards by dangling something shiny in front of them. It wasn't the huge rock, but that gold band worked just as well.

It was a rather depressing sight when I got back.

Depressing because, Harry hadn't touched his food or moved from his spot.