But, None Of That Matters.

Chapter 8- Motorbike

I burst into Caspian's room, almost knocking the door off it's hinges.

"Are you doing anything today?! (signed)".

"Nope. (signed)". He looked up from his book.

"Come with me, we need to talk. (signed)". I pulled on his sleeve as I ran downstairs and out of the front door; dragging him behind me.

"Wait! Why can't we talk about it here?! (signed)". He tugged back resentfully.

"I'll tell you later. Trust me. (signed)".

"I trust you. But, couldn't you at least let me get changed first?! (signed)".

I hadn't actually noticed before now, but Caz was still in his plaid pyjamas and matching  slippers.

"Oh, sorry... I didn't realise. (signed)". I let go of his arm.

"I won't be long. (signed)".

I sat on the edge of the porch stairs, timing every second it took for Caspian to come back.

"It's a bit early for you, isn't it? Are you going somewhere?" James slipped out of his car, dressed in black-tie attire.

"Caspian and I felt like going for a walk while the air is still cool."

"Okay, well I hope you both enjoy your little morning stroll." He and Caz passed by each other at the front door.

"Shall we go then? Do we need to take the car? (signed)". He paused to look at his Bolex watch. "I still can't believe how early it is. (signed)".

"If you wouldn't mind... Thanks for doing this mate. (signed)".

"No problem, but if there's a next time, please don't make it so early. I am not a morning person. (signed)".

The car grumbled at every bump and puddle.
I didn't think to tell Caz about the country roads, but I had forgotten as I've only ever walked the route before.
But, this sportscar really wasn't built for this type of terrain.

We found a bare patch of grass beside the river and began walking upstream.

The stench of the nearby farm animals stained the lingering mist. However, the beauty of the scenery overode any of the faults this  place holds.

In fact, while my mum could see, this was her favourite place to relax and forget about life's useless troubles, even if it's just for a couple of hours. But ever since she lost her sight, she lost her love for it. It just wasn't the same for her.

Not many people come here, so it's the safest place I can think of, for now.

Our feet dangled off the daisy- blanketed, green banks.

"You owe me a WacDonalds chicken-supreme share bucket and a chocolate milkshake for kidnapping me. You'd think we were up to some dodgy business. (signed)".

"I promise, it'll be worth your time... How secure do you think Gunner's estate is? (signed)".

"Secure enough. Well, it would be because he's rich. So, he can afford it. (signed)".

"But, did you think that we were being spied on with devices hidden in every room? (signed)".

Caz stopped tearing at the grass between his fingers and gave me his full attention.

"You think the Guardian is spying on us?! (signed)".

"That's the thing... I don't think it's him. You see, yesterday, I went to talk to him privately about my mum but, he said that he couldn't talk about her. However, his eyes twitched towards a mic in a grid, which I wouldn't have noticed if I wasn't looking for it." The cold breeze spiked a ripple of goose bumps to appear on my skin. "He was telling me, not that he didn't want to talk about my mum, but that someone's listening in who wouldn't be happy if he did. (signed)".