~One Shots~

Random Something

"Hey, can you do me a favour?"

"What?"

"I don't know, like actually getting off me?"

Shia's thick arched brows knitted, forehead creasing in concentration as she stared at the article blaring from the screen of her phone. She seemed to not have heard her twin brother's grunts and groans underneath her, pleading to be set free and spare the trip to the hospital if his spine snapped in half.

"Dowcie," Thomas snarled. "Get. The flip. Off." He tried once more to jam his hand and knees against the cold tiled floor, but failed as he reminded herself how dangerously close his head was positioned under the sideboard of his four-poster, and his only way out was to slide back. It was apparently impossible, with the wait of his heavy sister on the middle of his back.

A light gasp escaped Shia's lips as she finished the article, and she abruptly stood up. Unfortunately Tom was just attempting another push-up at the time and the dreaded bang, a result of the contact between his head and the bed frame resounded against the cream walls of the room. A yelp of inexplicable pain followed after, and  he instantly clutched his throbbing head, curling into a ball and rolling to and fro across the floor.

There wasn't any traces of remorse in Shia's focused expression as she reread the article in disbelief. Tom's groans were ignored as she exited his brother's room with their shared phone.

"Hey, I need that!" Tom demanded hoarsely from the floor, face flushed and silver eyes glistening with pained tears, fingers buried in his locks of auburn hair.

Shia didn't pay any attention and swung the door shut, her eyes still fixed on the screen of her phone. She absentmindedly smoothened the tips of her soft caramel hair like she always does when she's sep in thought, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

Right at the opposite of Tom's room was Shia's own that she shared with their little sister. And that's exactly why she veered down the hall rather than entering, for Felice cause you to feel like falling in a bush full of thorns.

"Forests..." Shia mumbled, her distracted gaze trailing to the living room window, where a terraced house glared back, as if guarding the cluster of trees behind it.

"I need the phone, Dowcie." An infuriated looking Thomas had his hand reached out and his nostrils flaring.

However, Shia only snickered at the sight of his wild hair and scarlet face, then skipped towards the front door. "Well I need it too."

The door clicked open, and Tom almost tripped over the threshold as he blundered after her, shouting obscenities that might have struck the neighbours with a heart attack and shame their parents with great mortification.

Shia disappeared into the woods.