Wishing Upon Dandelions

Chapter 7

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WARNING: This chapter has vomit. If you are squemish, please refrain from reading the first couple of pages.

You have been warned.

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~Chapter 7~

For the remainder of the day, at least for as far as I can tell, I sharpened my knife and practiced throwing at invisible octopus boy. I threw each dagger fast, hard, after every thought, making them lodge themselves in the wall. Stupid. Eyes. Arrogant. Neck. Jerk. Chest. I had outlined a simple body with duct tape that I found in my bag. Ha! You are dead squid boy.

By the time I was breathing heavily, the wall had huge holes, making the duct tape dummy one possible black hole. During the whole trance, I didn't seem to break a sweat. Guess those were the perks of being underwater. Walking towards the crumbling wall, I took out the current daggers plunged in it.

As I took pulled on the knives, I took a whiff of myself. Good thing I only smelt of salt water. Is that considered a good or stinky stench? I shook the false concern out of my head. That is the least of my worries. How is Celeste fairing right now? I should go check on her if squid boy comes back again.

Just as I finished pulling out the last knife, and sat on the hard cot mattress, the door swung open, gushing in a lot of rushing air.

Refocusing on the doorway, I studied the build. Ahhh...so squid boy finally returned from the dead. He came in carrying a tray with a gray bowl sitting atop it. Food. I licked my lips in anticipation. He approached where I sat and dumped the tray on my lap. Turning my face in a scowl, I was about to reprimand him for almost dropping perfectly good food when I caught sight of fish skins and bones.

My lips turned into a frown of disgust. Stupid bastard. Is he trying to kill me? His smirk answered my question. Well, two can play the game. Looking right in his pupils, I picked up the spoon resting on the tray, scooped up some of the meal and shoved it in my mouth without blinking.

Now it was my time to smirk as his face contorted into a look of shock at first and then disgust. Still staring at him, I gulped loudly, swallowing the bitter meal. Immediately after, all of it lodged in the middle of my throat. Knowing what was about to happen, I quickly grabbed his arm in an iron hold and threw up all over his chest.

Shrieking, he wiped forcefully at his chest, but only succeeded in taking some off. That's what you get you inconsiderate squid boy.

"You know, if you give me decent food, this wouldn't have happened." His response was a grunt as he kept rubbing the throw off from his chest. The action brought a lot of attention on his chest. Gosh! How long did it take for him to get those? I have been trying each year with no luck. I should probably cut off on the chocolate.

His chest, like in most cliche books is toned and fit. I would have ogled at him at the beginning but his persona outweighed his appearance, making him less attractive than meets the eye. Finally, after realizing that rubbing would only spread the throw up, he sighed and gave up.

"So, did you learn your lesson?" I asked, taking a teacher/mother role. He nodded his head while glaring a burnt mark on my nose.

"Nope, no way, Madam," he replied mockingly. "I'll give you whatever the hell I want. " He snapped.

Cocking an eyebrow up challengingly, I picked up another spoonful and brought it up to my lips, "Ok, here comes the vomit boat. Three. Two. On-"

"Fine! I'll give you whatever you like!" He said frantically.