Know your secrets

Chapter Fourteen: Trouble in Paradise

I gasped at the sight of Zeo's garden when we got there. I don't think anyone could ever describe the beauty of it. It looked like..... " Paradise? " Sawyer chuckled interrupting my thoughts. " Yes, I know. But close your mouth though. " He said giving my jaw a little push.

There was a huge swing and when I say huge, I mean the my whole family could sleep on it huge. It was on a small room made out of glass. Full of flowers and a bunch of other  bizarre,yet beautiful plants.

There even was a pond! Wow that's... " Beautiful? "  Sawyer asked looking me right in the eye.

Okay he has to stop doing that. " How do you do that? " I asked all curious.

" Do what? " He frowned.

" Finish all m-- " 

" Sentences? " He elbowed me playfully.

If only I could take a picture of his dark angelic eyes....they were peeling into my skin. This ticklish feeling that washed over me and I let out a shy little laugh. Yeah,as much as I hate to admit it it was that awful cliche girly cute laugh. 

My gaze fell on a small cozy looking treehouse. " It must be so peaceful up there. " I said lowering my voice.

" Yeah. " He gasped. " Me and Zeo spend most of our childhood up there. You wanna check out the inside? It's pretty awesome! Zeo's dad build it for us. " He said full of energy and excitement. Or maybe it was just the alcohol speaking.

" Sure. " 

We climbed the stairs only to find that my fantasy of this " cozy " treehouse ruined. Oh no don't get me wrong. The place was amazing. It was just...too messy. There were posters of topless girls and football players on every wall. A playstation along with a big flatscreen and two leather couches. You couldn't really distinguish the color of the couches since empty beer bottles, pizza cartons and mostly bacteria layed on it. This place screams GERM on every corner. I facepalmed myself, so much for a bonding moment.

Sawyer jumped in front of me fast. " S-Sorry, it's kinda messy in here. " He said picking up some pizza cartons and kicking some beer bottles to the side in a hurry. He was nervous and awkward and....he stutters. That obviously means something right? I was doing my happy dance in my mind. He wants my babies he wants my babies he wants my babies...or he's just fucking drunk.

" This room wasn't always like this. But since we're not little kids anymore we changed it." He said rubbing the back of his head. " Just so you know. "

" Sawyer you're creeping me out what's wrong? " I said with a teasing smile.

He let out  a gasp and sat next to me. " I'm not gonna regret this dollface. "

I sat there with an idiotic look plastered on my face, trying to understand what he actually means but instead of understanding I dug up something else....oh boy.

" Why are you laughing at a spider? " He asked all curious. " Would you mind? " I snapped irritated. " We're having a conversation over here and your rude ass just interrupted this delightfull chat of ours. " I said folding my hands on my chest like a spoiled bratt.

" Heather, " He said half laughing. " It a spider for christ's sake! You hate spiders. " 

" Well that's true... " I answered cautiouslly checking out the spider. " In that case-- " I screamed louder than ever as the spider jumped on me. " Get it off me, get it off me, get it off me now! " I panicked.

" Heather relax you're hallucinating there's no spider on you. " He said grabbing me by my shoulders. " Heather! " He screamed, and silence fell on both of us.