Freak Week Chapter 2 #writingwithgrace

Chapter 2

Dear Robo-D,

If Freak Week is to be anything like expected, I will be sharing a whole lotta crazy with you so I hope you don't mind me calling you Robo-D. I'm not sure exactly why I'm asking, I'm fairly certain you are a personification of my consciousness and not a real being. Though this week, anything could happen. Maybe you will end up popping out from the tablet to join a robot uprising. Don't Lace. Too real. 

The Shih Tzu storm ended at some point during the night. I woke up to Marmie with a small dog under one arm, bursting through the basement door saying, "Everyone, this is Jeans. He has a new Mom-ie now. He came in through an open window, and found his way into my heart." So we have a new addition to the bunker apparently. I just wish a French Bulldog had come through the window too. That is a Freak Week I could be fully on board with. 

"What are we betting will happen today?". CRUSH. That was Crush. He's sat in the corner, right there. I can see him with my eyes. And we slept in the same room together. We will be together the whole week. And I have bed hair, and morning breath. Not that he would ever be close enough to me to know that... Sigh.

I wonder if Mr Kevin found any kind of mint related items in his supply checks that I could use for general hygiene and teeth maintenance. Well not any mint related item, I'd rather it be safe for human consumption if at all possible. 

"I just can't believe I'm stuck here with all of you NUT-SOs!". Why does Harry have such an obsession over NUTS, Robo-D?

"This 'Nut-so', Harry, is off to look round the school for items of use. I suggest you join me", Mr Kevin says. I almost forgot I was here with a teacher. Crush and a teacher. Could my life get any worse?!

"I'm gonna take Jeans and split with Banana. This puppy needs a-walkin", Marmie gets up.

"NO!", I couldn't help it. I'm pretty sure I said that out loud. LoudLY. Reports are yet to be confirmed. Nope. No thanks. I do NOT want to be alone with Crush. Not in Freak Week. God knows what could happen, and I don't like my chances much on a normal day. 

Dear Robo-D,

Freak Week is just... the worst. I haven't kept you filled in as I physically couldn't. Today's environmental shift decided to be some sort of magnetic attraction. But not to metals, or anything like that. Wouldn't that just be too easy? No. I've spent most of today joined at the hip to none other than Crush. 

As soon as Banana and Marmie left the room, I felt a literal pull. Something drawing me to the other side of the room. I had wanted to chase after my friends, so I wouldn't be suffering the pure awkwardness of being alone with Crush. However, I was physically not able to follow them as I was dragged in the opposite direction by this invisible force.

So in short, Crush must have felt the same pull, and we met somewhere in the middle of the room. As soon as we made contact, my mind (of course) goes absolutely blank and I feel the blood rush to my face. 

This is a real curse of mine. Every time in gym class, no matter what we were doing, I would go bright red. Cross country run - tomato. Tennis - lobster. Yoga - flamingo. Obviously I know that flamingos are in fact pink. But it's really hard to think of any other red animals or plants. 

"It looks like we'll be stuck like this for the day, then", Crush said. I was glad he could break the silence. I was once again wishing that my bed hair and morning breath had been tackled (it most definitely had not). 

I looked up at him. He is much taller than my rather boringly average 5'5'', he stands at least a head above me. What I love most is his eyes, an almost impossible looking ice-blue that sometimes looks lavender in certain lights. His eyes with his dark brown hair really do make him quite striking. Not the kind of Hollywood jock-type attractive- the real in your face kind of thing,  you know (like Harry basically - urgh - shudder). 

All the reply I could muster to him was "Looks that way". I prayed at that point for words. ANY words. Verbal diarrhea would have been better than my silent, flinchy awkwardness. A cooler girl might have said something like 'Fate has brought us together'. Urgh, even that sounds terrible Robo-D.

Crush smiled down at me and was just about to open his mouth to speak, when Marmie and Banana came back to the basement. They were stuck back to back. "I know we're close, but I didn't ever think it would be so literal", Banana said. Jeans trailed behind, unaffected by the day's Freak. That does tend to be the way actually - with humans more susceptible than animals. If I had been born as my spirit animal (the sea otter) none of this would ever have happened, no Freak Week for Lace.  

Shortly after, Mr Kevin and Harry turned up. I know I felt anxious about how Crush and I ended up, but they definitely had the bum deal. They looked as if they were hugging. Mr Kevin looked even more of a nervous wreck than me (thank God, that is possible).

Nobody could contain their laughter when they came in, I could feel Crush's laughter resonate through me (we were still attached at the hip). As they tried to awkwardly open the heavy metal door, Mr Kevin managed to bang Harry's head into the frame. Harry screamed, "Agh, you numb-NUTS... I mean, Sir". Nuts? Again?!

The Freak went away about half an hour ago. So now I am filling you in on all the horrors of the day. I wish I had more confidence to have been able to really speak to Crush. God knows it was the perfect opportunity. But good ol' Lace. Mind goes blank, face goes red. 

I wonder if this anxious knot of nerves will ever go away whilst I'm still stuck in this basement.

Let's hope Robo-D. Let's hope. 

6 days and counting.