Washed Away

Chapter 6 - A Small Gift

Here is the next update of Washed Away! =D

I really hope you guys enjoy it and thanks so much for being patient with me while I finished off Paper Memory! It feels good to be writing this story again! =P xox

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"Your bedroom?" Ky smirked as Lena dragged us towards her destination. "Really?"

"Of course! It is the best room in the house!" Lena argued, pushing open her bedroom door so that it swung open and narrowly missed smashing into the neighbouring wall. Ilaria ran inside, leaving me no choice but to follow her.

Each wall supported several racks of shelves, and each one held a ridiculous number of toys. They ranged from being made out of wood, to being clumsily stitched together with odd pieces of material. Even so, Lena was treating them like they were made of gold and fished different ones of the shelves, pocketing them into my waiting arms.

"This one is called Pebble." She said, placing a soft toy into my hand. It's pebble eyes stared creepily up at me, and I wondered how the person who made this had managed to stick them there when Lena shoved another toy in my face, it's material a dark green colour. "And this one I named Olive!"

Ky also became a storage holder as Ilaria continued to hand countless toys to us, naming each one as she did so. After I could hold no more, I awkwardly deposited them onto the floor.

"How do you remember all their names?" I asked.

Lena shrugged, handing a wooden insect to Ky. "I don't no... I write them all down, and after reading it once it is suddenly like I have the piece of paper inside my head. By the way, that one is called Buzz."

"Do you have photographic memory?"

"Photogra--- what?"

"It's-- never mind." I sighed as she lost interest and started collecting up her toys before placing them back where she got them. Ky silently grabbed my hand after placing his own pile of toys next to mine and pulled me out of the room, carefully closing the door.

"Shouldn't we help her?" I said as he continued to pull me down the corridor, still holding onto my hand. I tried to ignore how warm his hand was and how well my hand fitted in his.

"Do not worry, it will not take long for her to finish up." He assured. As we trekked down the immensely long hallway he pointed out doors to me as we passed them.

"That is Amara's room; Austan's room; Lena's room; Milo's room; my parent's room and down the end is Father's study." He said. "We are never allowed in there though."

"Why not?" I asked as he turned around and made his way back up the hallway.

"He is always having important meetings in there and according to Mother there is a lot of 'classified information' in there." He replied, stopping in front of a door. "This is my bedroom."

I fought the blush that threatened to explode on my cheeks as I entered the room, taking in the surroundings. I'd never been in a boy's room before so I didn't know what to expect. Pictures framed the walls, leaving no gaps for the bland wall to peer through and there was a simple desk placed in the corner of the room. I scanned the pictures, shock filling me as I recognised different famous landmarks: The Eiffel Tower, Big Ben, The Statue of Liberty...

"How do you know these?" I questioned, gesturing to a picture of the pyramids. "Have you been there?" Ky wandered over to my side and gazed at the picture.

"No... they just appear in my head." He replied, looking at me. "Are they real?"

"Yes, this one contains pyramids which are incredibly famous. They're found in Egypt."