Emotion

Chapter 4: Burning Rage

He woke up to the sound of Harrison struggling to make a fire. It was a little after sunrise.

"Damn it!" Harrison said. Oliver just watched. He was somewhat amused.

                He watched as Harrison tryed to stack the wood in a pyramid formation. He had all the material he needed to start the fire, except the knowledge to do so. But Harrison was also a very determined person. Though he didn't have the answers to many of his problems. He was a dummy that could act. He acted as if he can do anything he wanted. Good things and bad things. He could do it all with no consequences. So he went around his whole life doing whatever he wanted and got away with it too. Because he was sly, and cleaned up after himself. His good looks and charms got him anythung he wanted. And he could lie. He was so good, he could lie to himself. He would start believing that his lies were truth. He could do anything. But, the things he physically couldn't do, like building a fire, made him irate and unstable.

"Damn it!" he screamed louder "I swear to God!" he started to go on somewhat of an evil rant. Screaming up to the heavens, and off he went. "I swear to fucking God, when I get this fire started, I'll burn the whole fucking forest down! These dumb sticks, with this dumb kindling!" He started to throw everything around.
" It ain't good! None of it's good!"

"Harrison?" Oliver asked, as flat and fatigued as he could, trying to act as if he just woke up and didn't see Harrison's little temper tantrum. He wanted to save Harrison from the embarrassment.

" What's goin' on?" he asked, fake stretching, followed with a fake yawn.

"Oliver? When did you get up?" he laughed, acting as if he didn't just blow up.

 They both chuckled, both for different reasons.

          Harrison; 'cause he thought Oliver didn't know what really happened.

      And Oliver; 'cause he knew that Harrison didn't think he knew what really happened.

      "I dont know." he tried to catch him. "You dropped a peace of wood, though." Oliver said, as he picked up the small log that nearly hit him, and rolled it back to Harrison.

       "Yeah, my bad." was all he said. He got up quickly and, with a bitter tone, told Oliver to start the fire. Oliver did as he was told.

   Oliver picked up the wood and watched Harrison stomp away.

   He always dealt with Harrison's flawed personality. He could get overwhelmed sometimes, but that didn't mean Harrison was a bad guy. Oliver didnt really let it get to him when Harrison was in a nasty mood. He grew up in an environment like that, so he was used to it. It was normal to him.

          He tried to build the fire, but like Harrison, he couldn't. They were runaways after all, not wilderness survivors. It would be a disappointment when he told Harrison. The morning air was cold. It was Fall and the lake made the air thin and sharp.

"Hey, " he called to Harrison " come here."

"Who are you?" Harrison replied with attitude "You come here!" he demanded.
 

      Harrison was munching on the last apple when Oliver approached him.
       "We dont have a fire." Oliver said.

"That's why I asked you to make one, remember?" he asked very slowly, as if Oliver didn't understand English.

"That's what I meant. I can't get it to light, so we don't have a fire." he repeated.

Harrison got up and towered over Oliver.
 

    "How useless are you, that you can't even make a stupid fire!?" Harrison yelled, forgetting he was the first to fail at making fire.

     He wanted Oliver to feel bad. He still thought Oliver didn't see him try to make the fire, so it would be Oliver's fault they had no fire. Oliver would be the first to try and fail, not Harrison. This is what went through Harrison's head as he spoke.

"I gave you one thing to do!" He said, as he walked away shaking his head, leaving Oliver alone.