The Robinson Boys

Chapter 3

  Lunch was pretty hectic with all of the talking and laughing and even a food fight. I ended up with potato salad in my hair, rice down my shirt, and kool-aid staining my clothes and face. I made a face as I stared down at my now see-through shirt. I am currently standing in my bathroom and trying to not laugh at myself. I have to say that I look hilarious. No wonder Xavier fell off of his chair and rolled around on the floor in fits of laughter. I shake my head and chuckle lightly, and then pull my shirt over my head and toss it in the sink along with the rest of my clothes which are soaked in either kool-aid or milk. I step into the hot shower and scrub my hair, trying to get all of the bits and pieces of potato salad out of it. Other than that, the only other thing that's going to be a problem is getting the kool-aid off of my shirt, which is white. I might as well just say goodbye to it; I didn't like it that much anyway. After taking a shower, I bring my clothes down into the laundry room (Aaron had showed me this room after lunch, telling me that I would have to put my clothes in here) and drop them into a dirty clothes hamper. I hum a random tune under my breath as I walk back up the stairs and into my room. Or at least that was the plan until someone grabbed my arm and pulled me into their room.
"Um, what's up Felix?" I ask, looking up at him. Wow, he's tall. Felix looks about 6'4, and compared to my 5'2, he's like a giant.
"Sorry about the potato salad... I was aiming for Xavier and I didn't think that he would use you as a human shield." He says, avoiding eye contact and running his fingers through his hair.
"It's okay; now what's really on your mind?" I ask, taking a seat on his bed.
"I just feel guilty is all." He replies with a sigh. I laugh.
"Felix, don't feel guilty, it's fine. At least you're not the one who dumped kool-aid down my shirt." I say with a scowl. He laughs and looks me in the eyes for the first time.
"Yeah, but still, I'm genuinely sorry." He says. His eyes bore into mine, making me feel slightly uncomfortable.
"I got to go; I'll talk to you later." I say, and then leave without another word. I relax when I get into my room and start drawing. I must have been in there longer than I thought, because before I know it, Campbell is walking in and asking me if I'm okay.
"I'm fine, just drawing..." I whisper in reply, too concentrated to use my full voice. He walks over and sits next to me.
"Wow," he says, his eyes widening as he watches me draw.
"You like it?" I ask, raising my head to look at him.
"It's... amazing." He breathes, not taking his eyes off of my drawing. It's of him, Xavier, and I and we're laughing.
"I didn't know that you draw." He says, his eyes locking with mine. I smile at him.
"Well, we learn something new every day." I reply. Then my mind starts to wander to my parents and I start to cry. I know it's off subject, but I used to draw them all of the time, and they used to inspire me and help me. I miss them. I brush away my tears quickly, not wanting Campbell to see me in this state, but he just hugs me and strokes my hair, letting me cry into his chest.
"I- I'm sorry..." I whisper once I'm done crying. He wipes the tears on my cheek away with his thumb and gives me a confused look.
"Why are you sorry?" He asks.
"I kind of ruined your shirt..." I reply. He laughs and hugs me again.
"Sabrina, don't be sorry. I'm glad that I can comfort you and I'm sorry about your parents. Besides, I don't really like this shirt and it will come out in the wash." He says, pulling me closer to him. I smile and indecisively wrap my arms around him.
"I'm tired..." I mumble, closing my eyes.
"Well, eat dinner and then you can go to sleep." He replies, taking a deep breath. We head down stairs together, laughing and talking all the way down. Dinner wasn't as chaotic, but it was loud. When Campbell and I are done, we both head back up to my room and pop a DVD in. We have no clue what movie it is until it came to the title screen.
"YAY!" He cheers, wrapping his arms around me.
"Wow, I've never seen anyone your age react like that to Toy Story 3." I say, chuckling and cuddling up to him. We watch the movie and I end up falling asleep in the middle of it, too tired to really care that Campbell is already passed out next to me.
The next morning...
I cuddle closer to Campbell, not really realizing that it's him until he snores right in my ear. I sit up and look at him, confused, and then remember Toy Story and start laughing. Campbell opens his eyes and looks at me quizzically.
"Sabrina, why are you laughing at me and why are you in bed with me?" He asks, sitting up.
"Well, we fell asleep in the middle of watching Toy Story 3, remember? I was just laughing because I remember how pumped you were to see it last night and then you ended up passing out." I laugh a little more and he joins me.
"What time is it?" He asks, rubbing the back of his neck while yawning.
"7:00 AM, why?" I reply, raising an eyebrow as he jumps out of the bed.
"I'm going to be late for school!" He exclaims, running out of the room. Luckily, I didn't have to worry about school because I have yet to be enrolled. I smile and roll over onto my stomach, deciding to go back to sleep. After about a half an hour trying to go back to sleep, I give up and get out of bed. I peel off my old clothes and replace them with new ones. I end up putting on a long-sleeved purple v-neck, some shorts, and some purple converse. I glare at the mess in front of my eyes which is supposed to be hair, but looks more like a tornado. After brushing and straightening and more brushing, it looks normal. I smile at my appearance. I'd say that I look pretty good considering that I was crying a lot last night. My brownish blonde hair fell over my right eye, hiding it slightly from view, my brown eyes were brighter than they had been in the last few days, but that's probably because I had been cheered up by Campbell last night and this morning. I roll my eyes at the thought of him. Oh that boy... I chuckle, remembering the food fight yesterday. I had thrown my fair share of rice, pudding, potato salad, and chicken at everyone, but for some reason, I had made him my main target, mostly because he hadn't been paying attention. All of us had gotten in trouble and were grounded for a month, which didn't matter much to me because I didn't actually have any friends here. I should probably apologize to him when he gets home from school... I did kind of shove potato salad down his shirt, which was quickly followed by chicken and rice. The look on his face had been priceless. I smile again and sit down and start to draw until I'm interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Come in," I say, looking up to see an annoyed looking Campbell.
"What's wrong?" I ask, standing up and putting my sketch-book down onto my bed.
"They left without me..." he sighs and then flops onto my bed and reaches out to me, quickly grabbing me by the waist and into his arms.
"At least I get to fall back asleep..." he whispers, burying his face in my neck. I laugh.
"Why don't you sleep in your room?" I ask, cuddling closer to him.
"I would, but only if you came with me." He replies.
"And why is that?"
"Because, I find it more comfortable with you sleeping next to me than sleeping alone, plus, I have someone to cuddle." I chuckle.
"Well, seeing as you're stronger than I am, I guess there's no escaping it." I say, closing my eyes and relaxing.
"Mmm..." he sighs, and I fall asleep next to my best friend that I had made yesterday.