Soul Thought

Men

Men

 

My eyes widened as I searched for Karter.

I found him inside the restaurant, behind the counter, grabbing two ham and cheese sandwiches and then appearing back outside with a goofy grin on his face.  

“Did you steal those?” I asked, my voice an octave higher than usual.

Karter rolled his eyes, grabbing my arms and leading my down the street to a bench where he unceremoniously pulled me onto the seat beside him handing me one of the sandwiches and taking a bite of his own.  

“Look, do you have money?” He asked with his mouth full and I shook my head, I wasn’t exactly rich like he was.

“I didn’t bring my wallet or any cash, so unless you want to starve…” He raised his eyebrows and I conceded that he was probably right, but that didn’t make what he did any better.

I grumbled aloud but ate the sandwich fairly quickly, stuffing the packaging into the nearest bin.

“So where to?” Karter asked and I rolled my eyes, talking towards the town centre.

“We need to get some clothes and then I guess I could create a car?” My voice tilted an octave higher, as though I posing a question.

I had never before created something so real, and if I didn’t do it correctly we could be pulled over by the police, and would have to explain why we had someone else’s car.

“I’ll get the clothes” Karter stated.

I was about to open my mouth and disagree when I realised Karter was already gone. My cheeks heated remembering how his eyes had surveyed my body as though he was guessing my measurements in his head. I sat down in front of some cars and dug around in my bag until I brought out my sketchpad – it was one of the only personal items I had thought to bring, it was one of the only personal items I had.

In the whole year I had spent at Miss Hilary’s, this was the only present my mother had thought to send me after the countless number of letters I had sent her. There wasn’t even a note attached. If my mother was sending me a message, I got it loud and clear; she wasn’t interested in knowing anything about my life.

I started drawing a cream coloured ford, I didn’t know the make or model, but that didn’t really matter. With an hour the exact replica of the car sat in the space next to it. I put the sketchpad into my bag, looking up to find Karter sitting beside me, bags at his feet as he watched me draw. I blushed like a stupid person, unsure suddenly on what to say.

Karter turned to me and smiled, indication my bag and the car and I nodded relieved that I didn’t have to explain why he was suddenly seeing double.

“How long will it last?” He asked, amber eyes boring into mine, and suddenly I wasn’t sure if he meant the car…or something more.

I shrugged, standing and letting my muscles stretch for a moment before I willed a set of car keys into my bag. I dangled them in front of his face and started opening the car, watching as he just shoved the bags into the backseat.

“So how far do we have to go?” He asked tone suddenly irritable and I raised an eyebrow, sliding into the driver’s side and waiting until he had gotten in beside me to answer.

I thought about having a GPS machine, smiling when one speared on the dashboard in front of me. I entered in my mum’s address and whistled as the timer clocked up the hours.

“Three hours.” I answered slowly, avoiding glancing in Karter’s direction because I knew he would be mad.

A chuckle sounded beside me, and when I finally turned to look I saw he was smiling. I swear this guy is practically bipolar, and it was starting to really freak me out.