Des'Tai: Book One

53: Tyron

What a day. With a loud sigh, Tyron collapsed back onto his bed, his arm falling across his face and covering his eyes. He'd never been so thankful to see night come before, the calm relaxing serenity that night was bond to give him was welcomed with open arms.

One of the shopping bags toppled over at his feet, spilling it's contents over the floor.

He watched Faye from the corner of his eye move to the edge of the bed and peer over. "I think you just broke the eggs."

"I don't care," Ty breathed out, exhausted. Shopping with her had been a nightmare, I want this, I want that, can we get this and can we get that? Thanks to her, he was now officially broke.

"Well, you should," Faye started towards him. "I can't show you how to make pancakes without them."

Tyron never budged when he felt her presence near his face. "All I want right now is sleep, Faye. Whatever the hell pancakes are, I couldn't give a-"

She cut him off, "Pancakes are yummy, Ty. You'll love them! So...can you save the eggs before they're crushed by the other bag that's about to fall too?"

A loud moan echoed up his throat. Why wouldn't she let him have one single minute of peace?! A part of Ty (buried somewhere deep, deep, deep inside him) liked having Faye around, while the other really wanted her to vanish back to her own world.

Cursing beneath his breath, Tyron gave up on the idea of lying down and sat up to sort of the fallen bags. He carried them through to his small kitchen and dumped them onto the empty counter top.

It barely took ten minutes to put everything away into the fridge and cupboards, considering that he didn't have to make room for anything. As for the eggs, one was broken out of a dozen, so he counted himself lucky – since it meant he didn't have to go out and buy more.

Tyron stood in the kitchen door way and waited until Faye caught his eye to speak, "Now can I sleep?"

She pouted, "But it's only early."

"Yea, but it hasn't exactly been an easy day..."

Faye dumped herself down onto the pillow he'd placed on the bed for her, her arms tightly folded and her expression tight. "Fine, whatever, go to sleep if you want too."

He sighed. Couldn't he do anything right?

Dragging his feet beneath him, Ty slowly crawled back onto his side of the bed, tucking his arms under his pillow and positioning himself to face her. "Okay, okay, I'll stay awake, but I'm not making pancakes tonight – tomorrow maybe, but not now."

A smile hinted at her lips, "Thank you." Faye dropped her arms to her sides and crossed her legs, copying him by making herself more comfortable. "I hope Artemis comes back soon. Do you think Luna will tell him we're looking for him?"

Ty fought back a yawn, "For what I've heard, you can bet on it."

"I don't understand any of this, it sounded like...Artemis had chosen me for a reason, as well as you. What do you think we've got to do what anything he-"

His lids suddenly got a whole lot heavier, "Faye...I don't know. I don't know anything. Artemis is crazy and so is his wife. We're nothing but chess pieces in his game." Nothing made sense to Tyron and when he thought about it too hard, it just gave him a head ache.

"But I do know one thing," He slurred, fighting to keep his eyes open. "We're in this together. Whether we like it or not."