If Atem Lived in my Head

Get your hands Dirty Pharaoh.

I knot of the thread as Atem hovers over my shoulder and watches me.

"You are very talented, Nuni." He watches in awe as I flip through the layers of the dress in my lap. I roll my eyes at him.

"Really, Nuni, I don't understand how you can do everything that you do." He leans closer to me, his face right next to mine.

"You just do it." I whisper to him. "you don't think about it, you just start and eventually you get finished with it and then you get better and faster and then you're doing it without thinking about it."

"You make everything sound so easy." He smiles warmly at me, his eyes soften and I can feel them weighing on me.

"We've got to stop at the car wash, on our way home, so we can clean the car." I tell him.

"Are you asking me for help?" Atem's warm smile morphs into a teasing one.

"I don't believe there was a question in there." I slide a glance at him and smirk.

"Aren't we getting bold." He leans into me. If he were anyone else. I'd deck him... and if he weren't a spirit.

"Atem." I turn toward him, casting a quick glance to make sure no one is looking at me. "Make yourself useful and help me clean my car on the way home."

"I think you forgot a word." Atem smirks at me expectantly.

"I'm not gonna say it." I tell him.

"That's more than one word and none of those were the right word." He taunts me.

"I don't give in to terrorism." I whisper back to him.

"Still not the right word." He rolls his shoulders back and crosses his legs and he looks every bit a Pharaoh.

"Nope." I go back to my sewing. "You have to come with me either way."

"I could switch places with you and drive us home." He cocks his brow at me.

"You wouldn't dare, A." I tell him "and B you don't know how to drive."

"I'm a quick study." He assures me.

"You'll crash my car and again..." I lean toward him "you wouldn't dare."

"You're so sure." He says.

"I am sure... now quit being such a prince."

"I'm a Pharaoh if you recall our conversation last night." He cocks his brow at me and

"Then quit being such a priss and get your hands dirty, Pharaoh." I taunt him flashing him a smile. He narrows his eyes at the challenge.

"I'm not a priss." He grumbles.

"Priss... priss... priiiiiiisssssss." I whisper sing.

His eyes harden the slightest bit.

The Car Wash

            "I can't believe I'm cleaning up this mess." Atem rolls his eyes. "Doesn't your mother make your brothers and sister clean up after themselves?" He asks, as he takes his turn cleaning out the back seat.

"I kind of like this." I say as I watch him clean in my work outfit. I kind of wished I put on the skirt instead of the pants.

"I can relax here and you can clean up for me." I sit back and watch him scoop the various fast food bags into his arms and deposit them into the garbage can.

"You're lucky I like you so much." Atem gives me a sideways look "and I know how hard you work."

I groan "must you?"

"Must I what?" Atem smirks at me. He knows exactly what I'm talking about.

"We were having fun mocking each other and you have to bring that in?" I cross my arms and turn my back on him.

"Come now, Nuni, don't be like that." He rests his hands on my shoulder. I shrug him off.

"No, If I wanted to talk to you about anything serious I'd have a cup of tea and a brownie."

"Nuni..." he considers me "I will get you a brownie and a cup of tea later."

"Then we can have a serious conversation later." I take a seat and watch him clean.

"Of course, my queen." He bows and tilts his head to the side so I can catch the corner of his eye.

"What did you just call me?" I growl darkly.

"Are we not in your car?" he asks. I freeze and just stare at him did he just play me? I shake myself and force a half-hearted smile.

"We are." I concede but he doesn't lose his victorious smile.

Just wait Pharaoh, I can play games too