Looking After the Harrison Boys {Old version!}

LATHB : Chapter Seven

Previously on Looking After the Harrison Boys…

(Five minutes later…)

“A few times I've been around that track, so it's not just gonna happen like that…”

“Wooo yeah! This is my jam!” I turned the volume up a little and then started to sing the lyrics as well as dancing like maniac along to my all-time favourite song, Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani. 

“…Because I ain't no hollaback girl, I ain't no holla—“

“What the hell are you doing?”

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You know that moment when you feel like your whole body just tumbled down onto the ground and been ripped into millions of pieces then chucked into the blender for some more ripping?

Yeah I haven’t either, but I definitely felt my whole body tumble down onto the ground though and it was not a good feeling.

“What were you doing?”

With as much little movement as possible, I slowly turned my head to the side, stopping when it was just enough for the corner of my eyes to catch a familiar figure standing a couple of metres away from me and then turned right back around. I stared intensely down at the sweeper gripped in between my hands and cursed out all the swear words known to the English dictionary in my head while giving myself a mental slap to the head.

I knew I shouldn’t have shaken my ass.

The feeling of embarrassment was slowly being replaced with the feeling of regret and shame and to me, it was horrendous because there aren’t many times when I feel a lot of this and whenever I do, it hits me like boiling water spilling over my skin.

I heard footsteps approach my way and as they came closer to me, the feeling also grew, making me feel twitchy for some reason. When I felt his presence only a couple of steps away, my hand suddenly grabbed the glass cup I was drinking from which still had water inside and turned myself around, aiming the cup at him. With a shocked look planted on my face due to what I just did, I watched as the water splattered all over his face and drip down to his white V-neck shirt.  

What did you just do!? Did you just dig your own grave?

I tried to come up with a reason for what I did but I couldn’t come up with anything believable in the short amount of time I had right now so instead, I went with an idea that ringed in my mind at the last minute and decided to go along with it, putting aside the pleads my mind was shouting at me for me to not do it.

Gulping nervously, I rose my hands up in the air and moved them around in circular movements as if I was casting a magic spell or something while keeping my eyes in contact with his.

“This is all a dream,” I began to coax softly. “A very, very weird dream.”

Zane stared at me with a dead look on his face and let the droplets of water carelessly run down on his face. Not caring what he was thinking, I continued on.

“The dancing…the singing… the sha—king… was all just a dream. Even the water splashing on your face part was also just a dream... it’s the dream telling you, ‘hey your bladder is full and needs to be emptied so wake-up.” I quickly added in the last part and bit down my lip, stopping myself from bursting out with laughter. But the wanting to laugh feeling soon died away as I detected his ‘wtf’ stare.

Just by looking at his facial expression and comprehending his silence, I knew that what I just did hadn’t helped at all with my sticky situation and finally decided to do the one and only thing I should’ve done at the very beginning – is to run.