Words Maybe Deeper Than An Arrow
LIZZIE
I padded my way with two cups of tea in my hands, towards Oliver's room,
"Hey Ols?" I knocked, before opening, "I've got tea and kinda snuck the Oreos from the kitchen." I chirped as I struggled into his room. I saw the haunted look in his eyes, and gave him a smile. I walked over to him, where he sat on his HUGE bed, handed him his cup,
"I know you like coffee better, but as it had caffeine in it, it does the opposite than to what tea does. Which is giving you energy, than calming you down and I've got you to smile so that's a given. Oreo?" I offered him the box and he took my cup, setting it down on his bedside table, before patting the bed beside him. I clambered in beside him, his familiar warmth making me close my eyes.
"I missed you…" I murmured out, as his arm enclosed around my shoulders,
"I missed you too, Gremlin." he murmured into my forehead, I slapped him gently at the nickname I'd had forever, he handed me back my TARDIS mug and I wrapped my fingers around it, "How've you been?" he questioned me quietly,
"Well…okay I guess," he raised an eyebrow in question, "nothing bad" at least nothing you need to know, "trying to write a book."
"Oh yea and how's that going?" he inquired, I let outa breathe-y laugh and said,
"It's not."
"What's not?" chirped a confused Thea, as she came in, her Victoria Secret cami and short set slightly rumpled.
"Her-"
"Doesn't matter…" I cut him off, and pecked him on the cheek and snagged a few biscuits and then said, "Listen, I'm going to bed. Night guys." I said as I clambered off the bed, ignoring the look that Oliver gave me, I was nearly out the door when I turned back, "Hey," they turned to me, "it's good to have you home, big brother." with a smile. I put my biscuits in my pocket and made my way downstairs and to my tree house. I padded across the dewy grass to my rope ladder. I drank the rest of my tea quickly and then scaled the ladder with practiced hands and feet, I pulled the ladder up and closed the latch, I got my journal and went to the veranda bit thing, where I sat down, daggling my legs over it. I got to a fresh page and uncapped my pen,
Dear Oliver,
You've been back for about two days now and to be honest with you, I'm exactly sure how I feel about it. I mean of course it's awesome you're back but how will things change. Will you go back to dating Laurel, no offense but I don't like her; yea she's beautiful and all but she seems like she's only going after you because of the life that we have. Anyway off that topic, you probably wonder why I ran, hurried, walked, yea let's go with that, whenever Thea came in. I love her, I truly do, she's our little sister of course I do; but to be completely frank, the relationships that I have now with our family, are a LOT more strained than what they used to be; I don't know how they became like that, but it seems to be that Thea, is more interested in boys, parties and basically a girl version of you. Mum, well if you realized from the earlier entries of my other journals, she went catatonic when we found that you and Dad went MIA, Dad turning out to be KIA; which meant that I had to step up to the plate. Raisa helped, Tommy was there for a comedy relief and well Laurel…she tried to mother me.
I'm not taking the piss out of you or anything about your taste in the female population, but to be again completely honest with you, in my head I think you need someone who will…bring you back to the modern world again. From looking at you now, you've seen things, you're more wary about everything, your eyes are harder, and I guess you'll tell me in time. Digg's there to be and I quote Mum 'a driver/bodyguard for you'. I call Bullshit, that island changed you obviously, don't know whether or not if it's good or not but time will tell. Like I said earlier, it's nice to have you home, but I wish you were back earlier. I know, I know, you couldn't control time and all that shit, but there were times I needed my over-protective-older brother, maybe I'll let you read these entries sometime in the future. You never know,
Buona Fortuna grande fratello.
Your little Gremlin.
I shut my journal and slipped the lid back on, hiding it whenever I heard something hit the latch,
"Oi Gremlin!" came a whispered shout,
"Around here, Ol." I called quietly, and big brother came around,
"Permission to come aboard, Captain?"
"Granted." I scrambled up and across the wooden floor, sliding the latch across and lowered the ladder, he laughed at my cup at the bottom. I scooted back as he came up and I smiled lightly as he whistled at my set up.
"Nice…"
"Walter had it built whenever he and mum got married, said it was a present for me; to me I thought it was him trying to buy himself into my life. He makes Mum happy, I guess." I slid the latch closed again and then sat down at a bench,
"Are you okay?" he asked me, as he joined me,
"Yea," I stopped myself from saying I guess but it was implied, I sighed to myself and looked toward the chest, pursing my lips, "Wait here." I murmured and then went over to it, undoing the code and
then taking over five of then fifteen journals I had in there, I closed it and scrambled the lock. I rocked back onto my heels and then stood up, "These might help you catch up to speed with things."
"What are they? I mean, I know they're journals but why?"
I sighed heavily, "I started writing these…I guess you call them letters, about a month after you were considered MIA."
"To who though?"
"Open it, dickshit." I laughed, and took the oldest one. It was a dark red, the pages having yellowed only slightly and handed it to him, "It got the thoughts out of here," I tapped my temple, "and well, it's what got me into writing really."
"These are to me." he murmured, after running his thumb over the shitty 14 year old hand writing that I had,
"I mean, I know that Tommy's gonna try and catch you up and all but that's probably going to be in the real world. These are just 'letters' of the life that we, well I had from when you weren't here. I mean what I say in there, Ol, and now that I think about it, some of what I said were mean and petty and childish but…I, you know what, just, you don't" I went to take them back, whenever his hand stopped me,
"No." I furrowed my brow at him, "I want to read them, Lizzie; I want to know what it was like for you and Speedy those years I was gone. No matter what they say. Now, what I want to know is why did you walk out whenever Thea came in earlier?" his eyes caught with me and took my chin,
"It's explained in there," I pointed to the stack of books. I gave him a quirk of my lips and then got up, going to veranda and then up onto the roof of my tree house, to then climb the tree up higher. I sat in a fork, my shabby jogging bottoms guarding my bum and such form the harsh bark. My right foot swung gently as I watched the skies. Would things change now that he was back? Time will tell. I snorted at the cliché that was my thoughts. But it was true. We'll see.