Clouds to Ground

1: I Don't know How

 (EDITED)

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I Don't know How:

"Hey!" I exclaimed reaching for my buttered toast from his hands in the air. "Your being mean!" 

"You know you love it." He teased. "No, I dont. Now, give me my freaking toasties!" I whined stomping my feet on the hard floor.

"Your acting like a seven year-old girl, Kara." He stared at me raising an eyebrow looking amused. 

Cocky Bastard.

"No!" I was now knocking his chest hard continuously. "Is that all you got?" He challenged.

I smirked. "Not yet." 

"And how will you get this?"  He showed my toasties hanging it down using two fingers. "Throw pillows at me?" 

"No. This." I told him pulling the carpet to my side where he was standing. He stumbled backwards. This all seemed in a slow motion. He slipped his feet, swaying his body in motion direting his stiff back facing the stairs.  I let out a squeak when he grabbed my risk making me fall with him.

I must say, Ouch.

My toasties fell on his back fully crushed into crumbles. I dramatically sobbed.

"My Toasties! This is all your fault! Your gonna make me a new one in exchange." I said to him letting a groan showing how much I was annoyed. My cheeks flushing red for realizing that he just stared at me for long, not bothering to listen. "Fine." He obeyed while rolling his eyes looking pissed off.

"Wait."

He turned around, now facing me. I reached out a broom behing the door making it creak a sound.

"Here."  I gave him the broom. He held it tight in his hands clenching his jaw, giving me the Are-you-serious-look. 

"Your not changing my mind, Shane. Now, clean your mess then make me a toast."  I commanded him while he groaned in response. 

"This time. Just this time, Kara."  He warned pointing a finger at me still clenching his jaw. I rolled my eyes faking a hurt expression while holding my chest. "I'm sorry for making you fall, Shany, but you made me do that." I pissed him more. He shut his mouth not wanting to argue with me anymore. He sighed in defeat and started cleaning. 

I skipped childishly swinging myself in the library. I reached for the doorknob and opened it slowly, revealing my ruffled blue carpet that says 'welcome' and I quickly removed my shoes not wanting to dirty the floor. I took a step on the carpet rubbing my feet on its ruffles, leaving my footmark. I continued my way to my bookshelf wanting to pick a novel. 

I pulled out one of Nicholas Sparks' book, 'A walk to remember'. Yes, I am proud that I am one of His readers. He's just so incredibly perfect in writing his own stories. I admired all of them, especially the characters that were mixed along the plot. I sat on my sofa, bouncing my body in its fluffiness, enjoying the warm sensation of imagining myself one of the main characters in the story. 

Suddenly the door swung open revealing an angry Shane beside the door, his arms crossed in his chest. 

"What?"

I asked him anxiously biting my bottom lip holding a scared squeak down from my throat. It itched like hell. I was scared thinking that he might jump on me and bite my neck off, knowing that he's a vampire. 

He took a stide forward and I jumped up from my seat, shocked from his sudden action. 

Why is he doing here again?  My mind asked me harshly.