Raindrops

Late Night Confrontations

His golden eyes met my violet ones. For a second, my breath caught in my throat. His eyes were so beautiful. They were unlike any eyes I had ever seen.

Kind of like my eyes.

My eyes were very strange. Sometimes they were violet, sometimes silver. And I don't mean gray. They would literally just turn silver. Sometimes they would seem to glow in the dark. Many people thought I was strange because of my eyes. To me, my eyes were actually one of the few things I liked about myself, and I would never change them. I loved my eyes.

Austin's eyes were amazing. They were golden, like the sun, and seemed to give off a glow. They were the most amazing eyes I had ever seen, other than my own.

For a while - I didn't know how long, I was too absorbed in his eyes- we just stared into each other's eyes. I know it sounds cheesy, but they world kind of faded away, until it was just the both of us.

Pattie's plate clanged softly as he placed her fork and knife onto it. My eyes snapped towards the source of the sound. The moment between Austin and I was broken.

I walked to the table, and picked up the dirty dishes. Pattie started protesting, and said that she would do it. I smile slightly at her, and took the plates to wash them. She smiled back, gratefully, and walked out of the room. After a few moments, she peeked back inside and said, "I'm going to make sure Roger and Suzie are all right. If you need me, come and find me, or just yell for me, okay? Suzie gets nightmares sometimes, so..." She trailed off, and shrugged. I nodded at her. I guessed that Austin did too, because she smiled at us, and left the room again. I could hear her shoes stepping up the stairs.

Then it was just me and Austin left in the room. Awkward.

I turned back towards the dishes, and started scrubbing at them as fast as I could without making a huge mess. I wanted to get out of that room. I wanted to go to sleep. I was tired after this crazy day.

I didn't look at towards the table when I heard the chair scrape loudly against the wooden floor. I instinctively stiffened slightly at the harsh noise. I didn't turn from scrubbing to the dishes when I heard his plates bang onto the kitchen counter. The noise caused my pulse to stop for a moment, before pounding away at a slightly faster speed than normal. I didn't let any of that show on my face, though. I kept it neutral, and ignored the boy who was standing behind me, waiting for me to turn to him.

I didn't. But, I did look at him when he started speaking to me.

"Hey, girl," he said, his tone demanding. My left eyebrow had already begun inching upwards in surprise. "Make sure you wash the plates well, okay?" By the end of his sentence, my eyebrow was in danger of disappearing into my hair line. What the hell, I thought to myself, my inner voice sounding incredulous. "We don't want little bits of food stuck to the best plates do we?" He smirked at m, as though I was a little kid, and he was the mighty school teacher who knew everything. He walked towards the door, leaving.

I faced back towards the sink, clenching and unclenching my teeth and fists. "Great," I mumbled, "another major jackass to deal with."

Austin stopped at the door, and turned to me, disbelief - or was it anger? - on his face.

"What did you just say?" Shock colored his voice.

"Huh, I didn't realize you were deaf as well. I said, 'Great, another jackass," stressing the word, "to deal with." I smirked at him, and looked away from him, already beginning to scrub the plates again.

I glanced back to him to see him advancing towards me, his eyes blazing.

"Nobody, and I mean nobody, talks to me that way." I rolled my eyes, and glared at him.

"Well, guess what, Mr. Mighty-and-Terrifying?" I said sarcastically. "I just did." I turned back to washing. I didn't want to deal with Austin's attitude, but I wasn't going to let him get away with talking to me in that manner. It wasn't in my nature.

He growled - yes, he really growled - at me. I rolled my eyes, and ignored him again.

I finished washing, and carefully placed them on the drying rack. I grabbed the navy towel that lay in a rumpled heap next the sink, which was glistening with water. I thought about wiping the sink, with the towel, but decided against it and dried my hands. I folded the towel into a square and put it back where I had found it. I turned to leave, but I saw Austin blocking my path. I sighed. What was this guy's problem?

I tried to walk past him, but he kept moving in front of me, like the little kid he was. I felt my anger bubbling up, but I clenched my eyes, and squeezed my eyes together, not wanting to explode. It was my first day there, after all.

"Let me pass," I said through my gritted teeth.

"Not until you say the magic words!" I could tell he was enjoyed bothering me. Jackass. He said nobody could call him that? Well, he was only proving my point. And how the hell was I supposed to know what the freaking magic words were?

I pretended to think for a moment, and then made my face sickeningly gleeful, as if I had figured out the perfect answer to his dumb question. "Austin is a butt face. Now let me through." Okay, I admitted to myself while internally grimacing. Not my best. But he was really starting to piss me off, so y stupid mouth was going off without the guidance of my brain.

"Wrong answer!" His voice, which came in the most annoyingly sing-song voice, pushed my anger over the edge, like a volcano's lava erupting over the top and spilling down the sides of the mountain.

I shoved him, hard. He fell to the ground, on his bottom. His smile dimmed a bit, but seemed frozen to his face. I smirked. The shock in his eyes conveyed his surprise at how I was able to push him.

I shrugged and jerked my head, signaling for him to leave. He stood up and dusted off the nonexistent dirt particles - the whole flipping house was spotless - while mumbling things under his breath. He glared at me one last time before leaving.

Finally. I wasn't sure how much of his jerkitude I could take.

I stood there for another moment, and then I noticed Violet still completely engrossed in her book, both hands clutching it as her eyes moved rapidly back and forth. I walked over to her and tapped her gently on her shoulder. She reluctantly dragged her eyes from the novel, and looked at me. I motioned towards the door, telling her to go to bed, in a much gentler fashion than I had with Austin. She nodded gratefully and left.

She came back quickly, however, and told me that she would finish cleaning up. "Thanks," I replied with a small smile, and trudged my way towards the door.

"By the way," her voice called after me, and I turned to her. "You got guts, talking to Austin like that."

"What do you mean? He seems like a big sissy if you ask me." My eyes glanced towards the door that Austin had made his grand exit through. She giggled quietly, before stifling it and looking at me with a serious look in her eyes.

"Well, Austin is... a popular type at school. Like a boss, or powerful guy, or something like that. Nobody messes with him or talks back to him." She motioned me to come forward in a conspiratory manner. I leaned my head in to hear her quiet voice. "It's time someone did though. His ego is growing to be larger than a small country." Her hand came to rest at her chin in a thoughtful manner. "Or, a large country. Like Canada. Not everyone from there is nice, you know? I watch too many episodes of How I Met Your Mother. But don't tell Pattie. She thinks it's a bad influence." She nodded at me, and I nodded back, not sure how else to respond.

Violet really was a character. I'm gonna like her, I thought to myself.

"'Night." She responded similarly, then turned back to cleaning up the table. I turned, left the kitchen, and looked up the stairs.

"Here we go again." And I began my trek up the stairs.

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Done for tonight... More tomorrow yay :) AND THE PICTURE SHOWS.... THE AMAZING VIOLET.

-imdebidas