The Moth

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Days In Color// Carvings

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Days In Color// Carvings

"You know what you don't have, Cece?"

I clicked my tongue. "I told you to stop calling me that."

"Okay, but you know what you don't have?" He looked up at me from his spot on my beanbag.

I could name a few. But I kept my mouth shut.

He'd dropped by my house again over the weekend, choosing to watch me work on editing pictures over staying home. These days, I was a lot less productive and we ended up watching stupid videos or pirated movies over actually getting anything done. Homework was impossible.

I raised an eyebrow at him from across the room, where I was sitting under the window. "What?"

He scanned his eyes over the room. "There's nothing on the walls."

"Yeah there is," I said, motioning towards the pictures strung up above the computer.

"No, I mean...there's nothing else."

"I don't get it." I stared at him blankly.

"You grew up in this house. But the walls are spotless."

I smiled. "Oh, you mean I didn't draw on the walls."

"Yeah."

Shrugging, I went back to my book, flipping the page. "Oh well. Fine, you draw on my walls for me if you're that interested in it."

A few minutes later, I blinked, trying to concentrate on my book. Lyon kept moving around across the room and the rustling started getting on my nerves. I frowned and looked up at him.

"What the— what're you even doing?"

He was on his knees with his back to me, intently working on scratching something into the wall.

"Here." He leaned back, sweeping his hair off his forehead as he stumbled backwards onto the carpet.

A three or four inch dark spot stared back at me from the wall.

"...What is it?"

He waved me over. "Come look, silly."

I sighed and slid the book off my lap, crawling on my hands and knees over to him. He watched me, clearly amused.

"You couldn't even stand up and walk?"

"Hey," I said, reaching him. "You asked me to come over."

He shrugged and I turned to the wall, inspecting the gray smudge. Reaching up, I dusted off the excess paint dust and squinted.

"...It looks like a bunch of squares with a line between them."

He sighed, exasperated. "It's a satellite."

"A what? For what?"

He smiled at me. "From the song." He started scooting away, making room for his outstretched legs and kicking the chair away from the computer.

"'Don't be afraid, Cecilia, I'm the satellite. And you're the sky.''

"Oh. Oh! I see it." I laughed, looking at him. "Oi. It still looks like two squares and a line. Hold on."

I grabbed a pen off my desk and came back over to the wall, leaning over his torso.

"Hey! Be careful!"

Scooting over to the wall, I pressed my pen into it, scratching even more lines into the worn-out wall.

"There."

Lyon snorted behind me. "Mine still looked better."

I bit back a smile and looked over my shoulder at him in the growing darkness. "It actually looks like a satellite now."

"Hmph."

I rubbed my eyes and turned towards the window, coming closer so I could see his face. "It's getting dark. You should go home."

He blinked and sat up, ramming his forehead against mine.

"Ow!"

"Ow yourself!" I sat back, clutching my throbbing forehead. "Why do you have such a hard head?"

"Why were you so close? You have a hard head!" He retorted.

My face heated up and I kicked him. "Get out."

"Happily."

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A/N: Sorry about being gone for so long. I've been busy with a community event I was helping set up so I didn't get time to update, again. >_< But that's the last one for a while,  so I'll be back to a regular updating schedule from now on. ;) I realized I screwed up somewhere. The updating schedule is TUES/FRI not Tues/Thurs. I'm so sorry for the mix up! <3 

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