The next few days bore the shit out of me, exept being with Malia, of course.
We sit together and work on our cooking skills, and she even gets me to read that darn book with her. I can't belive she cried when the bloody spider died. What, is she gonna cry next time I bat a spider out of the corner of the room and squash it with me shoe? I hate spiders, can't stand there creepy form. I'd probably kill myself if I was one.
"Ok help me pack the bag." Malia calls from the kitchen.
Today we are leaving. We didn't have a plan cause we didn't no shit about the stretching land around our hideout.
I walk into the kitchen and she's leaning over the bag, checking everything is squeezed in so it all fits, and slowly packing the pile on the counter into it.
There's a small amount of clothes, three bottles of water, enough food to last a week if we make it last, $50 Malia stole a while back and a camera she never told me about but has had for a while.
I snatch the camera off the counter and turn it to face us, it's one of those old ones that have film and a limited amount of photos it can take.
I pucker my lips at her cheek and the camera clicks. We can only see the photo when we process the film but leaving the cottage seems like an escape memory, which is what Malia said to take photos of.
"Hey, I wasn't ready!" she frowns.
"Don't worry, you're always beautiful babe." I smile at her.
She smiles, and accepts my babe attack. I've never called her that, but she doesn't seem to mind since that's what couples call each other.
"Well want to get going? Not much to hang around for." she says, pulling the bag on her bag.
"What are you doing?" I say as if she's silly.
"What?" she asks, but to answer her question I snatch the bag out of her hands and sling it around my back.
She crosses her arms but doesn't argue with me.
"What about your stupid book?" I regret it as soon as I ask because she rushes to stuff it into the ever growing bag.
"Can't we just leave it!?" I moan.
"Well you reminded me and you're the one who'll be begging for it when you get bored." she pecks me on the lips and zips up the bag.
"Don't be silly, I won't get bored with you around." I hug her from behind as we head for the door.
She giggles and drags me out of the cottage with her, shutting the door even though there's no lock.
I notice her staring sadly at it, like she's losing a friend by leaving it, and I want to comfort her but I feel that way to. Without this cottage we'd be nowhere, it has been like our grown up, helping us and saving us.
"Do you want a picture?" I turn to face her while her eyes continue to take in a last view of the cottage.
"No, we need to save it." she decides half-heartedly.
I can see she really wants a memory so I dig out the camera and walk back to get a good shot.
"If you don't stand there it'll be without you." I threaten, setting it to self timer on a bare rock.
She doesn't hesitate to walk to my side infront of the cottage, agreeing with my decision which it seemed like she wanted me to say.
I slip my arm around her waist and she smiles sweetly at the camera, but I don't want to look away from her sad, but beautiful, face, and the camera clicks while I continue to stare at her. I hope I don't look like a creep.
Continuosly looking back we set off into the great beyond, her hand in mine with nothing but the soothing call of forest birds.
