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Chapter Twelve | WaterXIncident

Bobbing my head to Hamilton music, 'nonstop' to be exact, I continued working on my story. Thank god for Grammarly- really helpful.

Hamilton and I had something in common, our passion for writing so a song where it's sung about is motivating for me.

I stretched my arms, my palms were getting cold from typing, A.M. I the only one with this problem.

Francis had come by to check on me, bringing me a glass of water asking how the story was coming along, to counter I asked how his vampire book was going. He insisted it's called vampri and I told him I was only teasing and he sighed.

He seems to sigh a lot when it comes to putting up with his friends and me.

I decided to take a break, Francis was in the study, Gilbert was who knows where and Antonio was outside in the garden.

I opened the screen door and stepped outside, it wasn't that bad outside. It was warmer than it had been earlier at least.

He was hosing the plants.

"Is it bad to jet stream the plants?" I asked hoping I'd have startled him. He turned around casually with a bright smile, unalarmed with my sudden appearance.

He nearly sprayed me with the hose but I dodged in time.

"Good reflexes." He laughed. "And I'm not jet streaming them if you're asking if you can that'd be a no." He joked in a stern voice.

I laughed lightheartedly.

I sat on the metal chair and watched him work.

He glanced at me time to time before asking why I'd come to see him.

"Just thought I'd feel productive."

"But Chica you're sitting in a chair doing nothing at all."

I blushed and glowered teasingly.

"I don't know how to garden that well," I admitted.

He smiled and walked over to me, he took off his dirty gardening glove and held it out asking for mine.

I took his hand and he pulled me out of the chair and lead me through their massive backyard.

"Help me plant these then." He smiled and offered me the glove.

"I don't mind getting my hands dirty." I declined.

"What about your clothes, don't want dirt stains on your expensive jeans."

"Expensive, please. These aren't pre-ripped and I'm pretty sure they should be in police evidence."

"Putting that aside for now- this is one of the last weeks to sow carrots."

"I've heard of your tomatoes but you grow other stuff too."

"Si! Parsnips, cabbage, pumpkin, most things really, tomatoes are always best." He insisted.

"I wouldn't know I don't really eat vegeta-" I stopped talking when I noticed his ghost white completion of horror.

"B-but why?"

"I don't really feel like eating leaves..."

"They aren't just leaves? debe haber- there must be something you eat?"

"Umm...corn."

"Okay."

"But only in the can." He feigned a faint and sprawled out on his back.

"Toni get up- not everyone has the same opinions on food." I shook him by his shoulders and he shielded his eyes from the sun.

"The angels have come to take me." He mumbled.