The Boxer and the Blogger

Chapter Four: On Fire!

Chapter Four: On fire!

"Get on, Matum." 

I crossed my arms. "I refuse to get on that, what would be an appropriate name, maybe death on two fudging wheels?!" 

He gasped, clearly angered. "You listen here, Matum, Adam, Blogger Girl or whatever the hell your name is." He pointed a finger to my face. "You better get on the damn bike and never insult her. Julianne is more useful than you'll ever be!" 

I rolled my eyes, beyond annoyed. "So you can remember a motercycle's name, but you can't remember mine?" 

His cheeks redened, a huge difference from how pale they were a minute ago. He sighed. "Just get on, Blogger Girl." He held out a black helmet. 

I huffed, indignantly, but snatched the helmet out of his hands anyways. "What happened to 'You stay out of my life, I'll stay out of yours.'?" 

"Easy," he climed onto the bike. "That shit flew out the window when they came for you. Looks like you're stuck with me, now get on." 

I tucked Mr. Dino in between Grayson's back and my stomach. Grayson, if anything happens to Mr. Dino, your ass is grass!

***** 

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Grayson groaned as gold and rusted copper flames shot up fron the expensive little house. 

I stood there, mouth open, clutching Mr. Dino, watching the house burn. All of the sudden the Alicia Keys song, Girl on Fire popped into my head. I chuckled at the irony. 

It was all to funny until a spark landed on Mr. Dino, igniting him in flames. 

"Holy shit!" I yelled, while frantically waving him in the air. Stay with me! Don't fail me now!

Grayson huffed and sprayed the water hose on Mr. Dino, before turning and putting out the major fire. Half of his tail was scorched. Oh my gosh!

I gaped at my friend since birth, lost in thought. I'm sorry, Mr. Dino. I should of taken more care of you and--

"A little help here, Blogger Girl!" Grayson yelled, pulling me out of my thoughts. 

After the last flame dissapated and the adrenaline was gone, I leaned against a tree gently cradling Mr. Dino, while Grayson wiped sweat from his brow. 

"What are we going to do?" I asked calmly, evn though I wanted to reach out and strangle him. Now, what did I say about Mr. Dino? If anything happens to him, your ass is grass! 

He tucked his hands in his pockets, analyzing my face. He sighe'd and smiled warily. "Looks like I'm rooming with you." 

That's when I attacked. 

*****

"What do you think you're doing?!" I screeched, watching Grayson eat another strawberry Poptart. 

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He mumbled through crumbs. "I'm eating." 

I rolled my eyes. "That's not what I mean, you big bum! Why are you eating my Poptarts?!" I tapped my foot, irritated. "You can't just waltz up into someone's house and eat their only food source!" 

He swallowed, and picked up another silvery wrapped Poptart, and tore it open. "Do I look like I give two fucks? Especially after you attacked me like a deranged wild animal!" Before I could answer, he pulled the Poptart out and stuffed it in his mouth. "I'll answer for you: Nope!" He threw the blue box on the ground and stomped his boot clad feet on it, before walking out. 

An angry flush crept its way onto my cheeks, and a determined look crossed my face as I dropped to the ground trying to salvage what was left of my precious pastry. You think you can eat my Poptarts and get away with it? Well you're terribly wrong!

*****

"You're sleeping in the dog house." I shouted, triumphantly.  

"W-what you can't do that!" He stuttered, angrily. 

"Do I look like I give two fucks?" I mimicked. "Let me answer for you: Heck no!" I threw a towel at his face. "Have fun, Grayson!" I smirked, turned on my heels and headed back into the house, satisfied...that is until about thirty minutes later when the sound of thunder filled outside.  

I was tucked safely under my blankets with a dirty Mr. Dino. Lightning crashed, thunder rolled and finally rain was let open from the heavens.  

I wonder how Grayson's doing outside in the doghouse? Overwhelming guilt filled my chest. What if he gets struck by lightning? What if he gets a cold? I shook my head and rolled over to the other side. What if he shivers to death?!  

I shot up and threw on a random hoody to somehow shield myself from the ice cold raindrops. Outside lay Grayson huddled in the doghouse, visibly shivering. His black shirt clung to his chest and muscles and his boots glistened from the water. Something like guilt filled my chest again. What kind of twisted human being am I? Putting someone out in the rain just because they ate my Poptarts?  

"Grayson?" 

"What?" He wrinkled his nose and sneezed.  

I sighed, trying not to succumb to his eyes and cute boyish charm like every other female in this town, but gave in anyway. I held out my hand. "Let's go." 

***** 

"So you're letting me sleep with you?" A smirk graced his lips and he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. 

My cheeks redend. "Don't push it. You don't want to go back and sleep in the rain, do you?" 

He kept his mouth shut and stifled a yawn. I placed Mr. Dino between us, and pulled the covers up to my chin. I watched the clock stiffly, counting down the hours, minutes and seconds until sunrise. 

5 hours, 57 minutes and 8 seconds...

"Go to sleep." Grayson mumbled tiredly. "You've been up for an hour. Your thinking is making my brain hurt!" 

How did he know? "I can't." 

He swung an arm around my waist. "Here. Just go to sleep, I'm tired." He mumbled. Mr. Dino was squished against my back and Grayson's body heat enveloped me like a thick wool blanket. He sniffed. "What the hell is that smell?" 

"Mr. Dino. You got him dirty and stinky, remember?" I explained, remembering the unfortunate situation. 

"Oh yeah, that little stuffed pigeon thing." 

"It's a dinosaur. Hence the name Mr. Dino." I explained, irritated. 

Grayson was quiet for a few seconds. Only the sound of the air-conditioner filling the room. Moonlight poured into the room. 

"Remind me to wash him." 

I was surprised that the loner who beats up little old ladies, was willing to wash a stuffed dinosaur.  

"You don't--" I started but he cut me off. 

"Just remind me, okay?" I nodded stiffly. Comfortable silence filled the room again. "Goodnight, Adam." Grayson breathed. 

I rolled around to face him. "It's not Ad--" but when I saw the way his eyelashes brushed his cheeks as he slept and the way his damp dark hair stuck out everywhere like a little child, I sighed in defeat. "Goodnight Grayson."

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