Caeli et Inferni (ON HOLD)

13-Shay

“Um ok.” Shit, she found out about that night with me and Matt at the hotel. Shit, shit, shit! I force my face blank; no use giving her more ammunition to use against me…but if she did know, she knew everything. And I mean everything. Woman was like a fortune teller with a sweet accent and a staff that had hit more people upside the head than a kid at whack a mole. There’s a chittering from the door knob and I scoop the slightly agitated bush baby up.

            “How ya doing bud?” I scratch his head and he scurries up to my shoulder so he can rub his head against my ear. “You’re more like a cat than a bush baby there, squirt.” I laugh as he runs across to my opposite shoulder, picking up strands of hair to play with. I scratch his head again. He’s just so utterly adorable.

            “How can you pick that thing up?” Christina’s tone is of utter and complete revulsion. I glare at her.

            “This “thing” is a bush baby and his name is Nikko.” Nikko hisses at Christina before going back to my hair. She rolls her eyes.

            “Sure. Whatever.” I glower but then a chair hits me in the backside, forcing me to sit down.

            “Dat will be enough from the two of yous right naow!” Mother Teresa scolds. “Child, tell ‘er the circumstances under which the two of yous now fall under so we may alle-viate the da problem.”

            “What?” Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes.

            “Give me the low down on what she told you.” I can see her face flush despite the lack of lighting.

            “Well I didn’t know!”

            “What a shock.”

            “What the hell is your problem?!” And to that I didn’t have an answer. It just seemed, natural to want to argue with her. To get her all riled up and furious. It was really entertaining.

            “Problem? I don’t have a problem. I have problems. That’s plural with an ‘s’ in case you didn’t know.”

            “Well your problems are about to increase considering the fact that theoretically we’re supposed to destroy each other.” I raise a brow.

            “Am I really that insufferable?”

            “Yes. Yes you are but that’s not the point. You’re an angel-“

            “Half angel technically.” I correct, slightly proud of the verbal combat we got going. “John ran a couple of tests.”

            “Who’s John?”

            “The stripper who lives in the basement.”

“Well I’ll be sure to pay him a visit if we don’t kill each other first.” She doesn’t even bat an eye. She really must be used to Ezekiel’s sharp humor if this doesn’t even bother her.

            “We won’t kill each other. I haven’t found you that infuriating.”

            “How can you be so sure?” I shrug.

            “Well you do seem rather intelligent, despite having little to no common sense, and you haven’t run out of the room screaming because you think we’re all lunatics. Anyone who can handle this stuff like that isn’t infuriating in my book.”

            “I didn’t mean…wait what? I’m brilliant!” I snort.

            “Keep telling yourself that darling.” She opens her mouth to protest when the door bangs open.