Olive Tree (WAIK Sequel)

Chapter 14 - "Better?"

A  new born baby is never good. I got woken by terrible screams in the pitch black night by Sapphire. To make it even worse, Me and Bea had to sleep on one sofa, huddled up as if we were in a tight public space. She had her leg cocked up over my legs and her other tucked under my waist and her head rested on my chest to ensure we'd have more room. If you haven't guessed, it didn't work. Far from working actually.

As Bea snored on my chest, I looked around the room. Peering into the darkness, I could vagely make out different objects; our TV, our fireplace, our pictures hung on the wall. I looked down to her and carressed her hair and admired it as it curved down her body. I pulled her close to me as Saph's cries got louder and louder before there was a creak of a bed and opening of a door. Then it all went silent and I closed my eyes. The silence was heaven. It wasn't an annoying silence, or awkward, it was pleasant and much needed. 

"Are you awake?" Bea whispered into the darkness. 

"Yeah," I admitted defeat and stopped twisting and turning in all sorts of incredibly uncomfortable positions. "I don't see how everyone else is sleeping."

"They're not," She exhaled and nuzzled her head into my chest even more than it was.

To help with our vision, we decided to sit up and turn the nearest lamp on. It took a lot of rummaging around but we found our light source eventually. We snuggled up on the sofa and chatted for hours on end. We debated about putting on the TV, but then decided against it. 

"Would you ever have a child?" Bea asked me, shoving her hair up into a truly messy bun.

"Maybe one day," I answered honestly. I wasn't going to tell the exact truth, I didn't particularly want children of my own, but I didn't want to just blankly say no so I decided on a half lie instead. "After marriage."

"Marriage," She exhaled sweetly again. "Such a wonderful thing, don't you think?"

"Truthfully," I swallowed hard and shifted my weight to a different position. "Most marriages end in divorce."

"That's why you get married when you're old and have to go up the isle on a zimmer frame," She had a bright smile on her face. Although I couldn't see her face I could tell by the way her ears perked up that she was smiling. "Wearing ivory and and your mom's old shawl that smells of the attick's dust."

"Then I have a heart attack at the alter," I rained on her parade slightly and she frowned. 

"And then I give you CPR and save your little ass." She brightened the mood again. That was just her way of getting back at someone for making her offended, or at least trying to rain on her parade. To her, the best revenge for someone who's trying to ruin your lovely thoughts is to turn it comedic and out humour you. She was extremely good at that.

"Then we get married, you in your ivory and your dusty shawl and me in my dad's tuxedo that he brought me before he committed suicide right-"

"And you may kiss the bride." She shut me up. If she hadn't of, I probably would have gone all depressed about my dad. Yet again.

"Morning folks," Josh strolled downstairs with Saph in his arms. He rocked her side to side and opened various curtains. "Have a nice sleep?"

Bea lifted her head from my chest, where she had dribbled a flood of saliva, and shook her head. "I doubt anyone got any sleep last night."

I didn't bother opening my eyes. I wasn't ready to greet the sun just yet.

"I slept fine," He commented and sat down on the other sofa. 

"Glad somebody did." I mumbled, husky.

For the rest of the day we were all incredibly grumpy and tired. Saph slept that night, but me and Bea didn't. It was our concert the next night, how could we? We tried to pass the time; playing charades, rock paper scissors, scrabble. Even the monopoly board even came out from its dusty hiding place.

 "Go to jail," I smirked excitedly. 

"This game has never been fair to me." Bea pouted and moved her silver figure to "jail". 

"I think I'll buy this hotel next..." I looked at her and waited for her to clock on that I was about to out-buy her hotel.

A few seconds later, she gasped in despair. "But that's my hotel."

"Not anymore." 

"Okay," She stood up and held her hands up in surrender. "I quit. You win; I loose. Let's all laugh. Ha. Ha. Ha."

Laughing, I packed up the game and placed it back into the cupboard. 

We then decided to lay down and try and go to sleep. Was that working? Nope. We shut our eyes as tight as we could. We laid still and listened to the sweet silence that seist to exit just 24 hours ago. We were children waiting for Christmas.

"Don't. You. Dare." Bea screamed and held down the button to accelerate her car and banged violently on the PlayStation controller.

As my blue Bugatti Veyron took over Bea's pink McLaren, she screamed in defeat and threw her controller. There was no way she would beat me now. I crossed the finish line and cheered in triumph, raising my clenched fists in a pump. 

She changed the game, after I'd saved, and bragged about how good she was.

"Is this a shooting game?" I asked, surprised.

She nodded, as if proud. She clicked multiplayer and we got to choose our characters. It was a fight to the death game called Survivor Takes All. I chose the half cast boy with an afro. He wore a ripped, white tank top and beige three quatre lengths that were also ripped at the knees. Bea chose a girl with blonde hair, shoved into a bun messier than hers. She wore tight leggings, a tight black t-shirt and heels that were so unrealistically high.

The screen was split into two. The right side was Bea's, and the left side was mine. She was far away from me; by a campfire and relaxing on a log. I was clearly lost in a forest. The trees swayed from side to side and the ground was smothered in fresh mud. My character was fast, but couldn't really defend himself. There were many bandits out to get me; but I used my gun to shoot them all down. 

"Turn down that path and you'll see my campfire," Bea instructed and pointed. 

I turned and saw her. I hesitated and spoke with caution. "Guns down."

Bea made her character edge towards me; its curves swinging from side to side. It kind of looked like Iggy Azalea. Simutaniously, we through our guns into the mud and stood face to face. The cold air sprung from the screen and into the atmosphere. Me and Bea were now mortal enemies.

After a few minutes of an intense, animated staring contest, Bea picked up her gun and shot me. 

"You shot me!" I yelled as she herled her body over laughing. "You shot your boyfriend!"

"That's the aim of the game," She wiped a freefalling tear from her cheek and began walking around the forest. "Oh shit."

"What?" I asked as I respawned.

"Zombies," She grunted and made her character sprint towards the sound of the living dead moving towards her.

"Aren't we supposed to run from things that want kill us?" I was sweating. I didn't like being shot. It kind of reminded me of my dad and how he died; but Beatrice was having fun and I didn't want to ruin it for her. Her Celiac wasn't flaring up and she was just her normal self; running from zombies. Plus, the time was flying.

"No," She shook her head. "We kill the things that want to kill us. Kill or be killed, son."

We were greeted by a pack of zombies that wanted to eat our animated bodies down to the bone. We began shooting them, but the others just got angrier.

"Head shot!" I shouted as the sun peaked its head from the horizon and shon right in my eyes. "I'm blind! I can't see! I. Can't. See!"

Bea paused the game to shade my eyes from the sun. "Better?"

"Better," I smiled.