Surviving my Scholarship

Salty Dog

                Boredom. That is what I have ahead of me. Mr. and Mrs. Galloway were away. Jon had left me alone. Even the workers I normally could talk to had disappeared. I guess I could go and play with the Creatures of the Old World.

                I had moved to a more comfortable sitting area. The couch looked unused so I figured it was my duty to try it out. My feet dangled over the back of the couch as my head stared up at the ceiling. These couch cushions are comfy on my head. I slowly tracked out the various children's stories on the ceiling in the grand hallway. As I played the "heard it" game with fairytales, I sighed. So bored!

                "You are so annoying," I whined at the little machine above my head.

                There was a soft clunk in the doorway and footsteps approaching my direction. I didn't bother sitting up. A face leaned over mine in a frown.

                "How am I annoying," Pierce raised his eyebrow in confusion.

                I made more eye contact with his chin than his eyes. It was an awkward angle with my back being supported by something that usually holds a butt. I rolled my eyes at him and pointed upward at the floating murmur.

                "I was talking to Bubo," I informed.

                "Who is Bubo," Pierce frowned down at me again.

                "He is," I tapped Bubo lightly causing his hovering to be disturbed. It groaned loudly as it corrected the disturbance. Pierce glanced up and stared at the little device as it hovered there. After a few moments, he burst out laughing.

                "They used to do the same thing to me when I was like 8," Pierce shook his head as he poked it causing the groan again.

                "How did you get them to stop," I sat up slightly. I turned awkwardly to face him. My feet still hung over the couch. I was starting to feel the burn in my core. Thank goodness for those mandatory dancing classes for my job. I didn't feel like actually sitting up.

                "Simple," he shrugged. "I figured out how to dismantle and reprogram them."

                I fell back on the couch with a sigh. I didn't know the first thing when it came to computers. I liked more real life applications. Bubo came into view and I tried to blow him away.

                "Why Bubo," Pierce asked after another moment of silence.

                "He is a mechanical owl in one of my favorite classic Earth movies," I sat up slightly. I couldn't help but smile at the memory. Pierce glanced down at me and smiled too. "I have them on my Comm unit."

                "I would love to watch it with you sometime," he smiled down at me. There was an odd spark in his blue eyes. Wait, blue? Bubo buzzed past him breaking our brief eye contact.

                "This is your fault you know," I grumbled and he shook his head with a chuckle.

                "Hey, I found you in my bedroom," he argued. "I simply provided the only possibility I could think of at the time."

                "Which resulted in a note of apology," I turned towards his towering figure. "It is apparent you knew I wasn't going to make it." Pierce shrugged.

                "I couldn't have you walking out of my bedroom," Pierce let the piece of information sit there. I glared at him before realizing what he said.

                "Why," I pushed. He smirked as if I just played into his desired hand. I rolled my eyes as I fell back against the cushion.

                "Dez is already onto you," he pushed. "I would hate for him to examine the real thing."

                "Wouldn't he be able to, if I got the scholarship," I frowned.

                "Yeah," he mumbled. "By then he would be onto a different girl."

               "He thinks I'm cute," I jumped up nearly knocking myself off of the couch. He frowned at me.

             "He thinks you are a person of interest," Pierce corrected. Then he mumbled, "Just stay away from him."

                "Aye, Aye. Captain," I saluted before falling back in my usual spot on the couch. Pierce moved around the couch and stared down at me from where my legs drooped over. His eyebrow went up again and he cocked his head to the side.

                "What are you looking at," he probed as he poked Bubo.

                "I'm trying to find my tale," I pointed towards all the old morals that are eternal. These stories weren't just written down on paper that decomposes and fades with time. These stories were passed down from millions of generations. The stories painted on the ceiling above mocked me with their happy ending capabilities. Pierce glanced up.

                "It's not up there yet," Pierce sighed. "I promise I will make it happen."

                "You are going to paint my story," I sat up pulling my feet back over the couch.

                "Why not," Pierce smiled. "Mom's is up there." He pointed up and I eagerly followed his gesture. It pointed straight to the wolf from that little girl in red story. I frowned.

                "Your mother is not the bad wolf," I reprimanded. He looked up and laughed.

                "No, her story is really up there though," he tried to recover.

                "Where," I eagerly looked up again.

                "I'm not telling you," Pierce leaned down and whispered in my ear. "You will have a week to figure it out."

                "A week? What happens in a week," I questioned. I slowly stepped away from his warm air on my neck. Why was he getting so close.

                "That is when I come back," he motioned towards the equipment by the front door. I glanced over and back at him. "This was planned long before you cupcake. It is for me to celebrate the last of my freedom before school starts again." I made an o shape with my mouth and fell over the couch again back to my original spot.

                "Well you know where to find me when you get back," I tried to not sound disappointed that my main entertainment was gone. He burst out laughing as he collected his things.

                "Goodbye, Violet," he said softly before heading out the front door. I threw my hands back causing a thump against the couch. I'm an idiot.

                Bubo brushed gently against my cheek obviously feeling I was down.

                   "At least I have you Bubo," I mumbled as I stared back up at the ceiling.  

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I know it has been forever. I'm sorry. I haven't gotten the chance to write. I am currently preparing my house for war against the upcoming winter, winterizing.... whatever you want to call it. It is very cold and my fingers freeze to the keyboard lol. I love the cold but not in my house!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyway I'm trying! Sorry again.