CountryHumans x Reader book THATLL PROBABLY NEVER FINISHHH💥💥💥

Unfinished chapter 2

The sun was out. It's rays radiating warmth to the ground below. a few geckos crawled upon on the wall of your house, slipping and stepping over the cracks that seeped through your houses cement walls to reach the soft gusts of warm air. A nest, laying high above the grassy forage below, sat in the long reaching branches of a green with glittered yellow filled tree. The chicks sleeping gently, being newly born until the one reach up, crying and chirping as their mother landed to the nest.

Another beautiful day. Finally free of the frozen talons of winter.

How ever - you never noticed.

You awoke, your eyes still unopened. Light chirping rang through the room. You just laid there, with no thoughts. Unable to get up as if a heavy weight on your chest had pinned you down to your bed until your morning thoughts finally filled in. Moving a hand to wipe your eyes with a sigh, you knew it just be another slow and quiet day of school. Alone... forever alone.

You just wanted to bunk but you were too much of a wimp to actually do that. It was the last day until two months of school holidays. You couldn't wait to just give out.

Finally you opened your eyes, feeling how your body was sprangled apon the blanked of your bed. A horrible cramp in your neck causing you sit up, a hard inhale seething through your teeth as you cupped the paining area with your dry hands.

Looking around the room as you noticed the near blinding rays of the morning, your eyes drew to the shimmering glass where you had put the ball in. The sun rays emmiting from the slit between your dust ridden curtains causing a beautiful pattern to splay out on the desk after shining through the jar.

You leaned to it, the blankets puling on your body as if begging to bring you back to bed. You picked it up to look closer, leaning on one elbow you brought it closer to your face - it grew significantly bigger that before, about the size of your hand. You could see it ever so slightly pressing againts the walls of the glass jar. it's seemingly slick surface kissing against it gently, sticking to it.

This was good! right? You weren't exactly sure if you were just destroying the item but it still looked as good as before - except the water was a lightly gross foggy colour.

"I'll rinse it out later" You thought. Placing the glass down and resting yourself into your prior position, staring at the cieling once again.

Reaching a lazy hand to your phone, you checked the time.

10am!?? You missed your tutor lesson!

You shot out of bed, the blankets grabby hands were no obstical to you as you flew out of your pajamas, barely registering the freezing shock of the floor biting at your feet. Until you halted in your tracks, looking at your phone to the date beside it

"Sat, __ Oct"

Oh yeah, it's Saturday!! You let out a sigh, which sounded more like a strained gurgle of relief, your once energised body slumping back into its ragdoll like state as you realised you had probably miscounted the days 'til rest, however, you weren't complaining. You still had your undergarments and vest on so you didn't bother changing into anything else.

Turning around slowly to survey the room, your bored eyelids covering a bit of your vision, you saw the rest of the plastic spheres scattered about on your floor. They must've fallen while you had been asleep.
You turned your head to the giant American coloured ball in the fog glass jar. You slowly walked over to it yet with each step carrying all of your weight before passing it to the next. Your droopy eyes got no more droopier, picking up to jar you inspected it again. Same size, nothing had obviously changed but you definitely did want to change that water, you could see nasty faded red and blue coloured chunks resting and slipping on the bottom of the jar.

You put the jar under your arm, walking over to the other spilled balls scattered on the wooden floors and put them back into the brown paper bag, being careful not to spill the contents of the jar while tediously squatting awkwardly to reach for each one. It rattled as each one fell in, creasing it's thin brown paper even further, you stepped out of your room.

Your arm hit the door way from how sloppily you walked, a thump and a clink as you and the jar had been effected my your clumsy mistake, a sound of annoyance emitting from you and a noise of disgust as some of the water splashed out of the jar, the cold, grimy water enveloping your arm as if winter was threatening to come back but you didn't give it much thought as you reached the kitchen.

You open the tap, placing the bag down, you moved the jar before you. The light coming from the windows infont of you nearly blinding as you reached into the jar, it's water engulfing your hand, the muddy fog and particles swirling around your fingers like snow dancing in the air, your finger tips gently pressed into the ball, you could feel it's slime but surprisingly it was warm. Warmer than usual, warmer than it would be if you thought it was just from the sun. It throbbed... as if it was alive with blood coursing through it. You creased your eyebrows in concern yet pulled your lip back ever so slightly in disgust but you just shrugged it off as your own heart beat you could feel in your finger tips.

You fished it out, pulling it out of the foggy water, you could still see some of the slime on it as it sparkled lightly in the morning sunlight, slowly dripping down from your fingers to your elbow. It drooped in your grasp, like a fleshy ball filled with fat, it was soft as a baby's skin. You could only feel yourself grow even more with concern.

You started to wonder if you should even be doing this but for once it felt like you were doing something with your boring life. You didn't have anyone to talk to anyways and playing games always felt too tiring.

The sludge poured out as you titled the glass jar to the sink before rinsing it once again- twice for good luck and filled it, dropped the ball back into the jar. It seemed to have more weight to it as the ball pressed against the bottom.

You lifted the jar above your head, looking at the striking red stripped pattern with the star sprangle blue as it bobbed ever so slightly in the water from your movement.. You wondered what this would form into or if it would even stop growing.

Oh well, a country themed bean bag could do you well or maybe it was like an orbee?
a really... organic... fatty orbee. You gently placed the glass jar on top of the drying rack next to the sink before reaching your finger tips to the cupboards edge for more cups, glasses and jars to fill. With all the glasses and such filled with warm water, each container held 3 balls from the sheer amount of how many there were.

You hadn't taken the time to check what flags the plastic capsules held as you hadn't felt much importance for it anyways. Back and forth you went from your kitchen to your room, the sun's rays glistening trough each jar as it was placed on your window sill. admittedly, you hadn't been excercising as much... your body already tired from carrying the heavy jars as you eventually earned rest, stayed seated in the soft nest on your bed.