The Spy • H.S

6|The Spy

"Do you not like the food?" Johnny takes a sip of his cola that he got from one the chain restaurants in the mall. He became concerned when he noticed I hadn't ate anything but a bite or so.

"Not a fan of Chinese." I laughed slightly.

"Oh, my apologies. You didn't say otherwise when I asked where to eat." He said setting his cup down.

"It's fine, I wasn't hungry anyways." I shrugged.

"Are you ready for more shopping?" His smile made me giggle.

"You don't think we've done enough of that today?" Beside his feet sat six shopping bags filled with clothing, undergarments and a few makeup products. I carried only two bags, which held perfumes and some graphic T-shirt's from Spencer's.

It was kind of funny how he refused to go inside the small shop, he waited outside for me. Maybe he already knew what was in the back of the store.

"You're totally right, I hate it here. Too many people."

"Let's call it a day Johnny boy, and hit the road." I got up from the table with my bags.

I heard him laugh. "Alright, lets go."

The ride home was actually relaxing, besides when Johnny would try to tell jokes that only he found humorous. Through the whole ride I reclined the seat back and almost....almost was able to take a nap until a loud bang made me jump up.

The car was parked at Franks house and Johnny wasn't in the car with me. I frantically undone my seat buckle and opened the door.

"Johnny?" I asked loudly, calling for him. What was that noise? My heart began to pound.

Please, please don't let this be happening again.

I rushed through the front doors and I wanted to slap the smirks off Harry's and Johnny's faces as they sat watching tv together.

"Very fucking funny," I rolled my eyes at them. They both sat on the couch, opposite sides from each other.

"Where's Frank?" I asked them.

"Hey, it was just a small prank, Aratraya. No need to-"

"I'm not going to snitch on you, even I'm more mature than you both." At that Harry rolled his eyes, thinking I couldn't see him.

"Mr. Franks asleep, Aratraya. It's nearly eight." Harry looked at his watch that was nearly hidden beneath the cuff of his suit.

"What time did we get back?" I looked to Johnny.

"Seven thirty." He says, raising one shoulder.

"What are you two gonna be doing?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Johnny asked, tilting his head at me.

"Tonight, are you going to watch a movie, go to bed or...?"

"We're watching a recorded football game from last year. It was the only one we could find." Johnny nods.

"Actually, I was just going up to my room, I have to be up quite early." Harry stood. "So do you, Johnny." At that, he left us and went to his room, wherever that was.

"He's a bitch," I took a seat next to Johnny on the comfortable leather couch. "What's his deal?"

"Probably worked up from business, I suppose." He shrugged his shoulders and gave me a glance.

"Hm,"

We watched the game for what seemed was nearly five minutes before I got tired of watching it.