Pete
The microwave interrupts my unimportant thoughts with a loud beep, letting me know that my leftovers from last night were ready for me to eat. I grab my warm plate and set it on the table, looking up to see Dallon shutting the guest bedroom door.
"How did it go?" I grab a fork and a glass from a cupboard. Dallon shrugged.
"He ended up having an anxiety attack, so I got him a drink and he fell asleep." He sits down at the table and makes a face at my leftover spaghetti. "Only became familiar enough to get his clothes for him." I sigh when I realize I forgot to put a drink in my glass and stand up.
"We have all of today. I'm sure we'll be fine." I open the fridge in search of something to fill my cup with. "Why don't we have any juice?"
"Brendon left to get groceries, as he got distracted the last time he left to grab some." He says simply, opening a magazine that had been sitting on the table. I know by now not to ask how he knows where he is. I shut the fridge and bring my cup to the sink, filling it with tap water.
We sit in silence after that for a long time, only the occasional flip of his magazine page or the scraping of my fork against the plate keeping us from going insane.
Just as I was about to eat the last meatball on my plate, a loud thud, followed by a groan, comes from the guest bedroom. Dallon puts his magazine down with a sigh, but I stand and hold my hand up, motioning for him to stop.
"I've got it this time." He raises an eyebrow at me. He opens his mouth to interject, although he's already sitting again.
"I'll be fine. He seems like a nice kid." Dallon shrugs, as to say, 'oh well.'
I walk over to the door and push it open with my shoulder, then shut it softly behind me I flick on the lights and turn around to see the boy sitting in the corner of the old bed, a baseball bat in his hands from God knows where, pointing the end of it at me. For the first time, I'm able to get a look at his body. I could tell he was short, even shorter then I was when I was a human. He had soft shoulders and large thighs. His body was caked in dirt and mud, a strange, goopy red substance that looked almost like blood covered his arms, face and hair. He looked scared, horrified, even, and confused. I can tell he is trying hard to hide it.
"I-I don't know how to use this," His voice is soft and shaky, "but I'm a quick learner!" His hands tremble and it makes the bat shake. I roll my eyes and walk towards him.
"I'm not gonna-"
"Stand back!" He shouts and struggles to make an intimidating-looking face. I raise my hands in surrender and walk backwards. I eventually bump into the dresser and my hand lands on a soft black towel. I hold it up for the boy to see.
"Are you gonna shower soon? You're covered in mud."
"Not when you guys are here." He shakes his head and laughs. "So you can just jump on in with me-"
"We are not going to hurt you-" I sigh and let my arms fall to my side with a dull slap.
"Then why did the weird bow tie guy drug me with milkshake water that came out of nowhere?" He interrupts, his voice still shaky. "Why does the loud guy think I'm infected and how are all of my clothes in that dresser?"
"I can't really explain why..." I scratch the back of my head.
"I'm just scared." The bar lowers slightly and he sounds desperate. "I just wanna know where I am."
"I can't do that until I know you are going to cooperate." I cross my arms.
"Alright." He drops the baseball bat bat, sighs deeply, and jumps up. "I'll take a shower." He stares at me for a moment, grabs the towel sitting on the dresser behind me, and marches out of the room.
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