Rested and jacked up on coffee, anger and four pieces of chocolate cheese cake, I start ripping open boxes. I went to town on the boxes and crates, slicing tape and crow barring nails, it was the best catharsis I had ever done. I felt better afterwards, but only a little. The mess I made kind of ticked me off so I got out a broom and started sweeping, packing peanuts and pieces of wood into trash bags and dismantled boxes. I was left with heaps of things, clothes from all over, and a special kiln from Japan, several different clays, glazes, paints, turpentine, brushes, canvases, glass, boards and scores of paper. Trinkets and knick knacks and good luck charms from my teachers were scattered here and there, I also had pieces of furniture that need to be assembled. Sighing I got to work.
It was dark when I finally had all my furniture put together and had all my things put away. I felt really proud of myself. I also felt really hungry. My stomach starts growling like a wild animal, so I shuffle to the fridge.
"Shit, shit, shit!" I thump my hand against the counter of course there wasn't any food in my refrigerator, I haven't been home in ages. I look at the house; I can only see lights on in the right wing of the house, so Micah was definitely not in the kitchen, not like he ever cooked. I grab my iPod and with ninja like stealth I sneak into the house. I would be lying if I said I didn't hum the ninja theme song and do the whole creep step hide behind the tree, creep, hide behind the bush, duna-duna-duna, stealthy roll, peek through the window. To say the least I roll inside undetected, or so I thought. In hind-sight I shouldn't have brought my iPod; I would have been able to hear better.
I shook and shimmied my way to the industrial sized fridge. I feel like something choc lately would really hit the spot. I found what I was looking for in the freezer. Bonnaroo Buzz, Ben & Jerry's most brilliant flavor ever, with coffee and malt ice cream with toffee chunks and whiskey caramel swirl. I take out the whole thing and smash it into a bowl and cover it with chocolate syrup and sprinkles. It's not enough though, I need something else. The Pantry. I fold open the door and walk in. Momma always put the chips in the very back because the pantry was so big; she said you'll go for what's closer to the front. Normally she would be right, we're all too lazy to go to the back, but I'm on a mission, backed potato chips. Wouldn't you know there were also Reese's cups and Twix bars? I grab hand full's and head back to the fridge for something to drink. I was collecting quite the spread, dancing like a crazy lady the whole time. I turn to the island with three bottles of Dr. Pepper and freeze.
"Are you fucking high, or just fat?" Micah says arms crossed leaning into Kyle.
"Come on Micah she's as fat as a stick she must be high you saw her dancing, and the way she snuck up on the house." Kyle was fighting a laugh and I could feel the blush working its way up my face.
"How?" I pull my ear buds out mortified.
"Dumbass this place has surveillance like Fort Knox, we saw you on the monitors." Micah's lips twitched with mirth.
"I'm glad you were amused asshole."
"Yeah, you're really entertaining, skank."
"Jackhole."
"Slut."
"Fucktard."
"Hey now, let's not fight." Kyle steps in with a placating smile, like Micah and I was a pair of bickering little kids.
"He started it, though I guess I can't blame him for being the douche bag he was born to be." I smirk as his face turns red.
"At least I'm not a fear addled spaz, who hides in a god damned tree house." He sneers picking up speed. "The real world too tough for you Rosy, you know they have nice comfy places for people like you, with nice padded walls and snug white jackets." I hate Micah like I hate no other person in the entire world. He is so in sufferable and I really try not to let what he says get to me, but this time it was hard. It wasn't the first time someone had said something like that to me, Momma being one of those people. She had been particularly mad and unreasonable that day so long ago. I had, had a panic attack at some public event thing; she and Papa had taken me to a back room where she got furious. Raging about how I was an embarrassment and that I should be put away, I was old enough to know what she was talking about and young enough to think she was completely serious. My nose was tingling and my eyes felt like they were about to over flow, so I pick up my soft ice cream, chips, candy bars and sodas and make a quick escape.
"Come on Micah, what's the matter with you she looked like she was about to cry." I hear Kyle as I slam out the door; maybe he's not so bad after all.
I sat in the middle of my tree houses living room in my nightgown and stare distractedly at the TV while I eat my ice cream and potato chips. I had slipped in a movie about some dooms day thing, I wasn't really paying attention. Dumb Micah wouldn't get out of my head, the jerk.
"Hey are you okay?" Startled I look behind me to see Kyle leaning in the doorway; I need to start locking the door.
"I'm fine, bye." I shake my spoon at him. Instead of leaving he sauntered closer, yeah sauntered like he was the business, maybe he wasn't so great after all.
"Come on, I'm being nice and I'm even wearing clothes." He does a full turn and pops a hip.
"So." I hate myself for pouting; it's what bimbo's do to get stuff.
"So can't we be friendly towards each other." He crouches next to me and dips his finger into my ice cream,
"Why should I anyone Micah's fucked can't be that nice, entertaining or that smart."
"Hey now, we go to the same university and have the same classes, so I'm obviously smart, I am nice, didn't I come to see if you were okay." He plopped on to his ass right next to me. "And I am by far the most entertaining man I know."
"You sound very conceited.....for a nice person."
"I am nice." He picks up my spoon and starts eating my ice cream.
"Yeah stealing my ice cream is really nice." I take back my ice cream.
"What can I say I like sweet things?" The come hither look he gives me makes my heart flutter and I feel a blush crawl up my face.
"Hitting on me will get you nowhere, and why are you hitting on me, huh, you're gay, so what's the angle you're playing?"
"I'm bi not gay sweetheart, no angle in site either gets perfectly straight." He leers at me and grabs his crotch and I can't keep myself from smiling, then laughing until I fall back holding my sides
"You are too much." I wipe a tear from my cheek grinning. "What do you want?"
"Nothing, you're cute and as much as I like Micah what he said was pretty mean."
"Well thanks then." I offer him my ice cream.
"And...."
"God here it comes." I knew there was something.
"No it's nothing big, it's just I've been living in here for the past five months and I was wondering if I could still live here?"
