Speak |h.s. a.u.|

Chapter Six

          Peter Pan is what Annabelle wanted her room to remind her of, she finally decided.

The girl stuffed exactly 200£ in her back pocket. That should be enough to buy paint and random things she'll need, right? Annabelle still didn't fully understand how British money worked.

As Annabelle decided to skip fixing her hair, she skipped downstairs and past her mother in the living room.

"Annabelle, where are you-" she ran out of the door, not listening to Julie.

Annabelle was thinking, maybe green paint, and dark red sheets on her bed. Then she thought, what if that looks too Christmasy? Maybe she could do red walls, then have a Peter Pan quote in black paint, or green paint instead of red.

"Annabelle?" She heard a familiar voice ask. She turned around and shown a smile at the boy calling for her. "What are you doing here?" Harry asked casually. She pointed towards the paint, watching Harry grin.

"What are you painting? Are you moving?" She smiled, shaking her head. "Just redecorating, then?" She nodded. "What color? Are you going with a theme or anything?"

Annabelle looked around, hoping to see something with Peter Pan on it. Wait- her shirt! She pointed to her shirt, which had a picture of Peter and Wendy.

"Peter Pan? How original." He rolled his eyes, his voice holding sarcasm. The smile from Annabelle's lips and they turned into a straight line as her hand slowly dropped down to her side.

Annabelle thought he would like the idea, but hey, why should she try to impress him? She doesn't need to impress him, she shouldn't even be talking (or communicating with her hands) to him. She turned around and continued to look at the many different shades of paint.

"I was kidding, Annabelle." Harry said softly, reaching out to grab her shoulder. Annabelle ignored him, picking up a small green paint pallet to look at the shades better.

"Annabelle, I was joking. I really love your idea." Harry said, stepping closer to her. She ignored him. "Come on, Annabelle." Harry tried again. She turned to face him and offered a small smile, saying it was fine, and to just forget about it. Harry then stood beside her quietly, looking at the paint colors.

"So, uh-" Harry began, but stopped talking when she excitedly picked up a pallet. She had finally found the perfect shade of green, it's the exact shade of Peter's outfit.

Annabelle looked over at Harry, to see him grinning back down at her. She smiled back and walked over to the counter where you tell a man (or woman in this case), what color paint you want. Then they make it and give it to you.

Annabelle pointed to the shade of green she wanted, and the lady made it and gave her two cans of paint. She smiled at the lady and took the two cans into her hands, holding them by a small metal handles. Might she add, they were quite heavy and it really hurt to carry them.

Being the weakling she is, Annabelle struggled to keep them in her hands as she walked to another isle. Harry noticed, because he stopped her and told her that he would gladly carry them. She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Come on, it's the least I could do for upsetting you earlier. I didn't mean that by the way, I was only kidding. I didn't mean to sound like such a douche, really-" she stopped him right there, handing him the paint cans. He took them and easily carried them, both cans in one hand.

It took a moment, but Annabelle finally realized she could simply grab a buggy, which she did after holding up her pointer finger, signaling for Harry to wait where he was.