Sparrows -A Krii7y fanfiction

Snooping (9)

Smitty P.O.V

Maybe it did cross my mind once or twice to tell him about my birthday today. But, in the end it really doesn't matter. 

I would just be hindering his day.

I sighed and walked away from the door. John's house was very big for an apartment. Then again, I've slept in a tree for several years so I can't compare by experience.

It was very open. The rooms were spread evenly across the floorplan with the living room being the centerpiece for it all. The walls were a nice tan color with white on the edges. Many paintings were in John's apartment. Each one had the same blue color scheme. I walked up to the biggest one in the room. This one was a little bit different when you looked at it. There was other colors besides blue hidden inside it.

The painting itself was of an ocean scene. Small blue fish swam around a large dolphin. In the background you could see a slightly hidden coral reef that had pinks and yellows and oranges strewn about. I think that's why I liked this one. It wasn't sad like the other ones. It had bits of hope, plus a cute dolphin for the center.

"No signature..." I gazed curiously at the bottom of the painting. I didn't see one anywhere. "Oh well." I took off and walked to John's room opening the door carefully.

Do I feel bad about going into his room without permission? Yes. But do I really wanna know what is inside? Yes.

The room was dark. Very, dark. The curtains had been drawn and it was almost like night standing in there. I walked over and threw the curtains away so I could see the room. When I turned back around I was pleasantly surprised by a white, normal room. He had a queen-sized bed with a sheet that looked too small for it. (Anyone?) He had a comforter that was blue plaid and a pillow that matched. At the foot of his bed was cute gray bunny slippers with floppy ears. I let out a giggle and slipped them onto my bare feet.

"How adorable." I grinned walking around in the comfortable shoes. In the corner of his room was a small gaming set up. He had duel monitors and a light up keyboard. A microphone hung lazily from the left side. I saw several ponytail bands wrapped around the microphone holder and took one. I made an attempt to put up my short hair up into a ponytail. I could only get the front into a small tuft at the top of my head. I pouted and took it out. I placed the band back onto the microphone holder and walked to John's closet. The doors had mirrors on them, but they looked like they hadn't been cleaned in years. I opened them and was surprised to see many bright colors on his hangers.

He had several hoodies and shirts piled on the ground in a hamper. I grabbed a green one with a parrot on the front and put it on over my head. It was way bigger than I was, so the sleeves went over my hands and the bottom of the hoodie went past my waist. I pulled the sleeves up and went back to rummaging around his closet. I found four pairs of identical black ripped jeans and took one off its hanger.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I just tried it on." I muttered to myself, slipping off my normal pants to put on his. They were kind of tight going on but once I had them all the way on me, they were quite comfortable. I closed the closet to look at my blurry image through the mirror. "Looking sharp Smitty." I told myself, turning around and admiring my ass in the jeans. "Damn I'm fine."

Should I change back?

Hell no.

I took one last look around his room. The only other things I noticed was a bunch of papers scattered on the floor. My curiosity took over and I stalked to the small desk next to his bed. He had an overflowing trashcan filled with nothing but papers. Each one was crumpled or torn. I bent down and picked up a piece from the ground. As to not tear it I opened very slowly. Once it was fully open, I got a good look at the picture. It was a drawing of a boy with white hair and brown eyes.

"Oh shit that's me." I smiled. I looked at each pencil stroke. Even though I was flattered by him drawing me, I couldn't help but notice that something was off. Maybe it was my face or something sticking out, but it just looked wrong. I balled up the piece of paper and pulled out another paper from the top of the trash can. It was another one of me. This time it was more realistic. The red beanie was almost the exact color as mine. I picked up another one. It was almost the exact same, just closer. I followed the trail up to the table and searched in the small drawer.

There, right on the top, was an unfinished picture of me. This time, it was perfect. My eyes were red and blue, I didn't wear a beanie, and it had this quality to it that I admired. Half of my face was just pencil lines, but the half that was done looked as if it was a photo.

"Wow." I marveled at it. "When did he have the time to do this?" I turned over the paper and there was a barely legible sentence written in black ink.

Finally, I don't have to worry anymore.

What does he mean by that? Worry about what? Was I the one worrying him?

"I'll have to ask him about it later." I stated setting down the picture in its drawer. I looked over at the clock and sighed. I don't exactly know how to tell time, just that some numbers mean darkness and some mean light. I just bought a phone last year, so I don't really use the numbers. I walked over to John's window and stared out at the shadows of buildings and trees.

John won't be home for a while.

I puffed out my cheeks and left his bedroom. I guess I could read my book while John is out. I grabbed my clothes from off the floor and inside my back pocket was the small book, The Angels. I walked back to the bedroom and laid on his bed. My eyes closed tight as I felt the soft surface brush against my back. 

Holy fuck. This is heaven.

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Hope you enjoy the newest chapter of Sparrows! How is your guys school year going so far?

-ARS