Utopia

Chapter 8: Ursa

"I'm coming!" I yell out to the annoying person currently ringing the doorbell, but it comes out muffled because I'm in the middle of brushing my teeth. I rinse my mouth and dry off before going to open the door, muttering a curse word or two under my breath.

"What do you want?" I question the person on my doorstep, but no one's there. "Great." I step out of the house to search for whoever was ringing the doorbell. Once I'm a few feet away from the house I hear the door close and I'm stripped of my vision as my eyes are covered by a thick piece of cloth.

"Don't scream, Curly Fry," the person behind me speaks out, and based off the nickname I know it's none other than the Lobster himself.

"Then don't scare me like that, dipshit," I cry out. "What reason do you have for blindfolding me anyway?"

"It's a surprise," he explains. "Now turn around and start walking, I'll help guide you."

"Yeah, to my grave," I mutter under my breath, earning a slight shove from Jaron. "I hate surprise, so I don't see the point of this."

"I have a feeling you're going to like this surprise, so just keep your mouth shut for the time being," he tells me, covering my mouth in the process. I lick the palm of his hand causing him to peel his hand away.

"Don't ever cover my mouth again," I warn him.

"Sorry, how was I suppose to know that you would lick me," he whines. I laugh at his tone of voice. Suddenly, I feel Jaron lift me off of the ground and walk up two steps before throwing me on top of a seat.

"Did you have to throw me?" I complain as I sit up straight.

"Did you have to lick me?"

"Touché. So... Can I take the blindfold off now?"

"No, so stop asking me to," he orders me. I let out a growl and rest my head on the wall behind me.

"Manolo, you may go now," Jaron lets Manolo know and the carriage lurches forward in response.

"Can I at least know where we're going?" I ask, my voice coming out in a defeated tone.

"Part of the surprise," he responds.

'Ugh,' I think to myself. 'Yesterday was bad enough, why do I have to go through this?'

'Yesterday wasn't that bad though, if you think about it. You only think it was bad because you couldn't celebrate you're birthday correctly,' my consciousness tells me.

'That's it. This probably has something to do with my birthday.' I smirk at the thought.

"What's with the smirk?" Jaron questions.

"Oh, nothing," I speak out. "It's hot in here, can't you open a window or something?" I ask, trying to change the conversation.

"Okay... You're acting weird, Curly Fry, but fine." I feel the rush of air hit me, along with the smell of salt, giving me a small hint as to where we're going.

"Are we by the ocean?"

"Yeah."

"Are we going to the beach?" I keep prying, hoping that he'll finally crack and tell me where he's taking me.