Getting to Know a Yaujta

Chap 8

No reason.

I think Josh likes the Yautja more than he let's on.

For one thing, after I got out if the garage, it turns out I was right about Josh, he didn't go in once, he also ended up having to scrub the toilets. The revolting food we had to ingest had finally giving him the runs, he had no other choice, either he did it or he had to smell something horrid waiting for me.

I thought it was funny, he's this close to biting my head off.

Josh was grumpy, and a lot more snappy, he threw insults my way ever other second, and kept on with his dark mutterings. Almost like a Yautja. Almost. Because, really, Josh isn't 6 foot whatever, and I think his bad attitude is more amusing than anything else.

He stopped once he realized his lasing out wasn't having his desired effect on me.

I did get a bonus after the situation, I found out something useful, every time I had to do a chore I didn't like or want to do, I'd head over to the garage. Simple as that.

Of course, there was the minus of Krone, there was always a sense of impending doom about me when I entered. But then, after a while I'd start drawing or something and feel comfortable, as long as I didn't disturb him I was safe. He didn't seem to mind.

Josh ended up doing the worst of the chores. I had a peaceful(for the most part)new place to draw, and Krone...didn't gain or lose anything but that in itself looks alright. Everyone wins.

The funny thing was that...I started to go into the garage for absolutely no reason at all. Sure, Josh is a jerk but I can deal, not all the chores are bad, I've always been able to finish my homework fine, so why am I trading my comfy bed for a concrete floor? I honestly don't know.

You could say I find the garage relaxing in a way, Krone is always so involved with his ships repairs that he's not as scary, he does get frustrated when he things don't go his way but, who doesn't get that way? I mean, I know I get mad when I draw something that doesn't look like I want it to be. The metal clanking and Krone's soft(and not so soft)tinkering with his ship gives the room a certain feel that I like. Maybe it's the amount of productiveness, I like it when things are getting done.

I'm drawing a lot more Yautja now, now that I have a model, I haven't told him though. It's one thing to be draw a ship, using him as drawing material and then showing him(?) is down right embarrassing!

I'm going to tell him eventually, like, when he's leaving I'll just mutter it between my quick goodbye. It would help if he left without saying goodbye, then it'd be his fault I don't tell him, not mine.

But I digress.

I really don't have a specific excuse to go into the garage anymore. Wonder if that's bad...?

I think I got my answer.

It was one of those days I just had it in my head to go over there, I was walking to sit somewhere far from his workplace as not to disturb him, when it happened.

"More chores?" he clicked dully, "they must be ghastly for you to have to hide so often..."

I froze. I didn't answer, the air felt like it expected one though, I slowly turned to him maybe I thought if I'd see him I could just make a run for it. No such luck. The moment I turned to look at him he looked at me.

We stayed eye locked for a while, like in suspended animation.

"Um..."I tore my eyes away from him, not sure what to say, "no...I...haven't had a lot of chores lately..."

He was supposed to be drilling, I saw a him holding a drill, he didn't though. There was more silence.

"oh." I heard him click, "then why are you here?" I heard some slow tinkering going on(still no drilling), they didn't sound to significant though.

I slowly shrugged. "I don't really...have a reason..."

"...I see."

I stood there. What was I supposed to do? I didn't know. To me it seemed like 'no reason' meant 'get out', I didn't feel right, funny how earlier I said the garage was relaxing. So that was it. I left without another word.

I heard the faint sound of drilling once I was safely in my room.

After that I felt pretty much out of place everywhere. Josh was still a his jerk self, but I didn't even fight him most of the time. I also had a lack of attention span, even when I really tried to focus, my attempts failed to have any real desire to pay attention. I don't respond to Josh's insults, not that I understand him, his voice seems muffled in my ear. Either he's calling me Dimwit or Stupid, not sure. It's not just Josh, my teachers have yelled at me some for ignoring them.

I feel like maybe I totally invaded Krone's personal space or something, like I might've pestered him, how childish of me! So I made sure that I was completely out of his way, and I didn't dare to even look at the garage. And trust me, not even when I had to clean the gutters did I think of going there. Josh was there and everything, calling me names and making my job harder than it should've been. Jerk.

He must be so annoyed with me! Krone, not Josh, Josh can go to hell. It must've been real offsetting to have a little kid hanging around, ruining your serenity. I just felt so ticked off at myself! Maybe I should apologize...yeah, right, Sophie, and annoy him even more...how dense could you possibly get?

"AH! I can't live like this!" I shouted, slamming my art pad on the kitchen island, "I'll just walk in there and take whatever it is I get!"

Having said that, I marched right in there and found all my courage disappearing once inside, what the hell was I doing?

I gulped.

He turned his head slightly, "You have a reason this time...?"

I took a deep breath.

"No," I said, "...is that...bad?"

"...I don't understand your question."

"I mean..."I bit my lip softly, "do I need one?"

He was silent for a while.

"No...I suppose not."

"I could go if you want."

He shook his head.

I nodded absently.

"Need any help?"

It was the only time I actually helped him out, I just got whatever tool he needed, even if was at arms reach from him. It ended up being sorta annoying, and he's not exactly 'worlds best boss' material, he'd get grumpy if I didn't get it fast enough, or if I got the wrong one, or if I asked him something like 'which one's that?' I mean, seriously, I'm an artist, I don't know what the hell a 'Phillips' is! For the record, neither did he when he first came to earth, and he did a horrible job describing it. It was right next to him and everything! I told him he could've gotten it himself.

"You're the one who offered to help."

"Could've said no."

"Go draw something, ooman."

I stuck my tongue at him and did so. "I'm doing it cuz I want to not because you told me so!"

"Of course..."

"Was that sarcasm?"

"Draw."

Glare.

Growl.

Tongue.

"Hey, Krone?"

"Yes, ooman?"

"You don't mind if I draw here and stuff from time to time, right?"

"As long as you don't offer to help anymore..."

"Fair enough."

After that I didn't need a reason to go into the garage.