Little Problems

Chapter 18

Sang loved teddy bears. She loved big ones, small ones, fluffy ones, purple or green ones; she didn't discriminate. She loved the way she could cozy into their fluffy chests and snuggle into their embrace, the soft cushiony feeling embracing her warmly. She'd decided Silas was her favourite teddy bear.

Sang hummed to herself, a contented smile on her face as she wriggled her way closer into Silas' chest. Small hands clasped his t-shirt as his thick arms wrapped around her and held her close. This was heaven.

"Oy, Si, where the fuck'd you put the chips?" Gabe called from the kitchen, rummaging around for a salty snack that he could munch on during the meeting.

"In the cupboard next to the sink." Silas called, not trying to startle the girl curled in his lap, though chuckling a little when she pouted at being disturbed.

"What fucking cupboard?"

"The one near the sink."

The slamming of cupboard doors and a few exclamative murmurs were heard from the kitchen before a huffy Gabe stomped into the living room. "I can't fucking find them."

"They're in the cup-"

"-board near the sink, I know. Except they're fucking not!" Gabe huffed, stomping his foot in a childish manner.

Silas rolled his eyes, humoured by Gabe's behaviour.

"Here, eat some nuts. You don't need all that fat, anyway." North held out a bag of roasted peanuts. Dickhead wouldn't even buy the ones coated in salt that he could lick off.

"Fucker, what are you implying?!"

"Nothing, I-"

Silas sighed, rubbing Sang's grumbling head. She didn't like all the noise- she was trying to nap, thank you very much. "Do you want me to get them?"

Gabe nodded, pout still on his lips with his arms crossed. "Yes."

Disappointed he'd have to let go of the angel sitting in his lap, Silas sat forward, preparing to pry Sang off him.

"No!" Sang cried, eyes still closed in an attempt to stay peaceful and not loose any tiredness from her comfy slumber. Where on earth did her teddy bear think he was going?

Silas smiled smugly, glad that she didn't want to leave his embrace. "I have to get the princess his food before he has a proper temper tantrum, Aggelle mou. I'll be back soon."

Gabe gasped loudly, clutching his chest frantically before realising that he did in fact look like a princess and so quickly dropped his hand.

"No, you're not." She shook her head, wrapping all her limbs tightly around his torso. "You're not allowed. I make all the rules and I say you're not allowed."

"My chips!" Gabe cried, glaring at the girl.

Silas shrugged, looking up at Gabe with a smug face. "Sorry, mate. Not allowed."

"B-But, Sang!" Gabe stomped over, angry that she wasn't even looking at him. "I need those chips!"  He dropped down to rest at her eye level, lifting one of her eyelids so he could peer into her gaze. "I'm starving!"

Sang shrugged, turning her head so she was facing away from him. "Then starve." She told him knowingly, burying her head into Silas' shaking chest.

Gabe recoiled, gasping loudly. "Did you hear that?!" He looked back at Luke who was cackling at Sang's dismissive statement, not offering his best friend any consolation.

Nathan winced, a smirk on his face. "Harsh words, harsh words."

Sang shrugged, smirking herself at the laughter that still surrounded them. "I'm comfy."