I woke up with a horrible Crook in my neck.
You know that annoying pain in your neck you get for no damn reason because you, for all you know, slept the same way you did every night?!
Yes, that crook in my neck.
So needless to say I was already woken up on the wrong side of the bed.
Pissy reason numero dos,
A F*CKING MOSQUITO IS CURRENTLY TRYING TO BEAT DOWN MY DOOR.
AT 5 IN THE MORNING.
ON A GODDAMN, MOTHERTRUCKING, BUTTCHEEK ON A STICK, SUNDAY.
Oh you bet homeboy was PEEVED.
I ripped my sheets off of me, reluctantly leaving the warm cocoon of fabric and pillows. I stomped over to the door and wrenched the poor lump of wood, that was about to be ripped off it's hinges, open.
"Yuma...." I murmur angrily, my morning voice coming out as more of a raspy growl.
Damn I'm hot-
"Oi sow, garden, now." He basically demanded, folding his arms behind his head like he hadn't just woken me up at the asscrack of dawn. I blinked and moved to shut the door but the damn giant was faster, wedging his boot between the door and it's frame before I could latch it.
"Oi! If you back out of this," he yelled a little louder as he yanked the door back open. "You'll have to make it up to me..." He whispered hoarsely, the contrast in tone making me hella uneasy.
I groan but walk back into my room, not bothering to really change out of tthe sweats I was already in, instead opting to throw on a yellow hoodie over my pyjama shirt. I comb my hair out of my eyes but to no avail as it proceeds to fall back in front of my face.
"Alright, c'mon you country bumpkin, let's go freeze our asses off for some plants." I mutter, not quite bothering to hide my annoyance as I pushed past the taller male and made my way downstairs.
We left through the front door and rounded the house to get to the backyard. Or should I say, back YARD.
THE DAMN PLACE WAS HUGE!
To be fair I hadn't been back there much considering I never really had the time but now I think I had found a new hangout spot.
I trudged through the gravel path, quite enjoying the crunch my shoes made against the rocks.
Glancing to the left, I spotted neat, almost pedantic rows of dark green bushes speckled with white spots. It didn't take a genius to realise that was Subaru's rose garden.
'I wonder how they even got them here?'
Still I decided it would be better to seperate the two hot headed mosquitoes and shuffled more towards the left of the grounds.
The ground was rather even and seemed like a pretty good place for a nice backyard farm. There was even a little shack that was made of glass, a little greenhouse. It was perfect.
"How about here?" I asked, gesturing to the even carpet of lush grass and wildflowers.
The ginger seemed to think it over for a bit before a satisfied smile came to his face. "Not bad, it'll work." He turned back towards the house. "Help me bring stuff down, Sow." I rolled my eyes at the name but jogged after him anyways, trying to keep up with his large strides. 'damn long leg mosquitoes...'
We made our way up to his room and I'll admit I was pretty surprised when I saw it.
The room itself was rather neat, the sofa and fireplace looked untouched and the bed at least somewhat made. The only thing that really stood out was the large boxes of stuff that were piled up in a corner.
Yuma approached the boxed, lifting two off the top and shoving them in my arms with a grin.
I could tell he was trying to make me drop the boxes, probably thinking they'd be too heavy for me. However, this boy didn't know one thing, I WAS THE BITCH THAT HAD BASICALLY CARRIED AYATO'S ASS IN BASKETBALL FOR MONTHS.
Two boxes aint CRAP.
Like a champ I held onto the hefty boxes and turned to head back downstairs.
I could hear the slight pause before more rustling indicated he was now picking up boxes of his own. 'That's right, bow down peasant!' I snickered to myself as I meandered down the gravel path again, setting the boxes next to the dusty greenhouse. I turned back in time to see Yuma lugging down three boxes of his own and tossing them alongside the ones I put down.
He crouched down and opened one of the boxes. I could partially make out a few green and yellow bottles and packets as he grabbed a spray bottle, gloves and a rag.
"Start cleaning up this place while I get the other boxes," Yuma said, gesturing to the neglected greenhouse. I nodded and picked the materials out of his hands, pulling the thick rubbee gloves over my hands as his footsteps faded in the direction of the house.
The glass was all in pretty good condition but just caked in dust and grime.
'welp, this is gonna take a while.'
______True to his words, Yuma made a couple more trips up and down as I finally cleared a few windows of their dirt. I was on the fifth window of the front side when I hear the familiar sound of hefty boxes bit the earth, followed by a sigh.
I scrubbed away at a particularly stubborn speck of grime when a hand pushes it's way into my glove.
I look up at the male a little confused but pull my hand out so he was now wearing my glove. He leaned nearer, his back now flush against mine as he picked away at the stubborn dirt.
I could hear every breath that left his mouth as his lips were right by my ear. Every annoyed grunt as the cloth skipped over the stupid speck.
Eventually though, he got it.
"Finally," I sighed in a little amusement, attempting to stand up when his other hand tightly grabbed my shoulder, forcing me to turn and face him.
My shoulder blades were forced into the glass panels, making a disgruntling rattling sound.
I was full on being kabedonned right now...
'for fucks sake...'
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