inamorata

chapter 15

"Your hilarious,"

I exclaim, we are on the road to Michigan and Ollie is not understanding anything I say, literally, I think his sleep caused him yo have mental illnesses,

we had stopped for pee and 'eat your brain out because your hungry ' break and we were just chatting before we swap seats, I was quite tired out after the little fight with our not so nice friend Mr snake demon, and the wound was stinging so it was using a lot of my energy and attention.

Mostly because I'm tired.

Yea, let's go with that.

"Ang, I'm serious, you can't just fire two arrows at the same time"

"And I'm telling you, I didn't, they were just very close to same time"

"You make no sense"

"Your face makes no sense"

He sit their expressionless before I burst out laughing, doing so making the slit in my stomach ache really badly,

I scrunch my face and hiss at the pain, holding onto my stomach tightly causing Ollie to give me the mother talking thing that they do when you get hurt.

"Angel."

He started warning. Oh dear,

I love you Nutella
Good bye old friend,

Be there at my funeral,

It has been a honour living a life knowing you exist,

"Three seconds to explain"

I took a gulp in my throat and tried to make it look like there was nothing wrong, which there wasn't,

except I had a slight deep slash in my stomach.

A deep slash that made me feel a lot of pain when I laugh, one that hasn't had any proper medical attention and needed stitches but  I had no anticep

"Nothing baby bro"

He got closer and closer until his nose was almost touching mine, my smile was shaky and so was my body, my head had beads of sweat dripping down, he's gonna find out, he'll worry about me and his attention will be diverted.

Bravo, I'm not a good liar,

Well done Sherlock,

He reaches for my t shirt and tries to lift it up before I slap his hand hard and sit closer to the door.

"Don't be a pervert, child"

"That's not how perverts work"

Escape route, follow the leader,

" they have jobs, oh, of course they do, so they get paid for this sort of job? Staring at people and taking their clothing? Very interesting, you know who will grow up to be  pervert with tons of kids, Michael Anderson, you know, the little kid next door. ,  He........"

"Don't change the subject sweet cakes"

I look at him completely dumbfounded and then stare away, he looks at me confused but pulls away anyway.

"Don't call me that"

Only he calls me that, the end.

I mumbled... actually, I wasn't quite sure if I mumbled, or even said something, the only thing I heard was him saying it, not my brain dead brother,

I don't look back at Ollie and we swap seats. The rain had slowed down after a while and we were almost close to where we were.

I even felt him look at me in sadness but he knows best to  keep quiet or I'll explode with random things that are completely off topic.