I'm Wide Awake

iCan't. 4

Late update~apologies.

Now...how do you dedicate on a PC? ._. Hah...nvm, Goddit. *n00b* ;-;

CoVo x

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"You have freckles?", I ask. Perplexed as I pop a long wedged strawberry in my mouth, my teeth sinking into the soft fruit. Gosh, these are good. I grab another one. That's when Ryland walks in the kitchen with an unimpressed expression on his face, catching me off-guard as I mid stuffed my face with the delicious ripe strawberries in a bowl on the kitchen counter. Which were just calling my name.

I can't help but indulge.

"Mmhi," I greet him with my mouth full of strawberries, waving at him as he walks across me to the fridge. He once again gives me the back of his head with its big mop of black curls and pulls out a soda can of V, uncaps it and mutters, "Well, Rae, I didn't know you had friends." He dips his head back and lets the green liquid pour down into his mouth like an endless waterfall.

When he's done a cool sigh of satisfactory is heard in the room and uses his sleeve to wipe the excess left around his lips. "Oh better yet, inviting them over," I shoot Raegan a wary glance as she threw daggers at her brother whilst she made sandwiches for us. I'm pretty sure she was planning a '101 ways to die with my butter knife' for her brother.

Before I know it he holds the can in one palm and uses the other free fist to smash it down-flattening it. Throwing it's demented shape into the black bag, he feels my suspicious gaze and turns around, "What?" he shrugs, "there was a party." Finally realizing my presence he gives me a quick look over, showing no emotion or indication of motive whatsoever, this makes me squirm in my seat-feeling extremely uncomfortable and unwelcome. On his way out he walks out saying, " Nice to meet you sweet cheeks." I reply with a bright red full smile, my cheeks following suit. I immediately stop smiling when I figure something out.

I had bits of strawberry stuck on the front of my teeth. Lovely. You're a classic Ida, real classy.

I swivel back on the kitchen stool behind the counter to face Raegan who is almost done with the food. Swallowing down the red coloured clouds of heavenI clear my throat, Raegan looks up and cocks her hip, swinging the knife outwards.

I may need to stand in a 500 metre radius away from that, I eye the knife suspiciously as she asks, "May I help you with something?"

"So, freckles, you actually have them?" I pause, "Like, they actually exist on your face?"

"Why do you seem so surprised?" She replies with a frown, looking back down at the sandwiches she continues cutting up the ingredients for the layers, "told you I had them, then I must have them."

Nodding in agreement, I stare at her face as she begins touching up the sandwiches, making sure all the layers of the topics and ingredients were tucked between the two pieced of bread-I've got myself a perfectionist. Slipping off my chair without thinking I brush my thumb along her cheek, and stare at it in disappointment when my thumb comes back, powder free.

Wha?

Raegan looks up, obviously uncomfortable with my behaviour , "Why did you do that?"

"You do know that I'm smart enough to wear make-up that is waterproof, and smudge-free? Will be kind stupid don't you think?" She asks me as a matter of fact. As if I knew that. I figured since I wear mascara and eye-liner, whenever I close my eyes for five minutes or eye sweat, I end up having to to wipe and clean my eyelids every other minute.