A/N: I've always wanted to write about these two but I have so many ideas and I can never seem to string them together into something the resembles a proper story, So I got the idea from an author who write Resident Evil stories. A 101 stories for a 101 different situations. I'll be writing as many as I can and if you guys want to you can feel free to request a chapter if you like, it can be anything. The only rule is it has to involve either TLW or Amata or both. Anyway I've rambled on long enough I hope you like this little piece I wrote.
I am not mad.
~Thunk~I am not thinking about her.
~Thunk~I am not thinking about her with him...and his grimy hands all over h...
~Crack!~"Fuck!" I looked down at the pile of broken scrap electronics on the desk "Great...just fucking peachy, Floyd's going to be pissed." I let out annoyed sigh as I get up to retrieve the waste bin and bring it over to the desk; scooping the scrap pile into it 'Fuck' hissing as one of the jagged pieces of metal found it's way into my thumb and stayed there. I let out another frustrated sigh and set the bin back down and attempt to remove the metal shard from my flesh.
"Why is this bothering me so much..."
Earlier that day in the cafeteria~
"Hey" came a soft voice, it was Amata "Hey" I said looking up from my book and smiling slightly as she sat down across from me. "Whatca reading?" she asked snatching the book from my hand before giving me a chance to answer "War and Peace, really?" she said looking slightly shocked "What? is it so hard to believe I'm interested in something other th..." just before I could finish my sentence something slipped out of the book and onto the floor.
'Shit!'
Amata looked down and picked up said item off the floor then smiled "A comic book, now that's more like you" before I could respond to her a tall skinny boy with shaggy brown hair approached our booth. It took me a few moments to realize who it was "Hey Evan" both of us worked with Floyd and Stanley after the G.O.A.T slapped us with the 'Maintenance' title "Hey Raine" he greeted then things went quite. The three if us sat -or rather in Evans case stood- there in an awkward silence for a few moments before he spoke up again "Hey Amata..." he paused slightly; sounding a little nervous "Um...well it's...their playing 'Grease' in the Atrium tonight and I was wondering...if maybe you'd like to go see it with me?" he rushed out the last part of the sentence so quickly I barley understood it.
'Please say no, Please say no'
Amata looked over at me for a second before looking back at Evan "Um sure I guess" 'Shit!' Evan smiled "Great, I'll pick you up at around..." I tuned out the rest of the conversation and went back to reading my book. Once Evan left Amata spoke up "So...that was strange" she said I just kept pretending to read, honestly I couldn't think of anything to say at the moment. 'Talk stupid or she's going to think something up' "Hello, Earth to Raine come back from comic book land" I snapped back from my thoughts "Huh?" she laughs "I said wasn't that strange" I lean over to the side and put my book back in my bag before muttering out a response "Yeah I guess" 'My my aren't we articulate today' Amata reached over and placed her hand over mine "Are you okay? You seem a little off" she asks while giving me a concerned look. I look down at our hands 'She has such soft hands' Amata shakes my arm to get my attention. I look back up at her; my long side bang falling out of place covering most of my face and the blush that I'm sure was there "Um yeah, I'm...I've just been..." 'I need an excuse to leave and fast' "Tired from work and...stuff" I finish lamely.
Amata frowns upon hearing the pathetic excuse, but before she can pry any further were interrupted by a loud static noise followed by a muffled voice "...arson...Carson where the heck are you?" I lean over and reach into my bag, pulling out a very battered walkie-talkie "Floyd?" I answer "Carson your late again, Now get your butt back down to the reactor ASAP" I glance at the time on my pip-boy 'Shit' my lunch break ended 20 minutes ago "Sorry sir I'm on my way" I put the walkie-talkie back in my bag then back to Amata who was stifling back a giggle "I guess I better go, he sounds pretty pissed." I pick up my messenger bag and quickly shove the rest of my stuff back into it, then said a quick good-bye to Amata before rushing out of the cafe and down the hall.
'Man the was awkward, Remind me to thank Floyd later.'
~Present time~
Another frustrated noise escapes my lips as I try -and fail- to get that annoying shard out of my skin "Ow! dammit...where the hell did I leave that first aid kit?" After a few more minutes -and a pair of tweezers- I manage to dislodge the annoying metal shard from my thumb "Ha got you ya little bugger" I say triumphantly then wrap a clean rag around the bleeding appendage 'There that should do for now'. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew exactly why this was bugging me; I've know for quite sometime now but I usually just end up pushing it away. I sit down on the beat up old couch that took up most of the tiny living room and run my uninjured hand through my short red hair; tucking my side bang behind my ear only to have it fall back where it was seconds later. I sit in silence for a few more minutes, staring off into space and letting my thoughts roam, after a few more minutes I stand back up and walk over to my makeshift work station and begin cleaning up the rest of the scrap metal and put my tools back in their box then store it away.
I look at the clock, it's only 7pm but yet I feel oddly drained of energy. I make my way to my room and flop down onto my bed, not bothering to pull back the covers. When sleep doesn't immediately claim me I end up letting my thoughts roam free again, inwardly cursing when they go back to her. I close my eyes and bury my head into the scratchy pillow and willed the thoughts away.
'Constantly thinking about her wasn't going to do either of us any favours'
