Chapter 9
Earlier this morning Amelia had called me to her quarters. She asked me odd questions, and acted just like my mother. No wonder why they were friends. She had called me to ask how I was doing.
Now, the sun was beginning to set, as we were all gather in the mess hall. Jim and I sat on the stairs, drinking a warm substance I didn't know. I stared at Jim. He seemed to be entranced to the tale Silver was telling. I couldn't help it, as a warm smile was graced on my lips. By the looks of things, Jim was beginning to be fond of Silver. To be honest, Silver looked to be fond of Jim a lot, as if he was the father he never had.
After supper, Silver had made us do the dishes. I grumbled as Jim and I begin to clean the very dirty plates and pots.
"Ew, what is this muck?" I said, my face scrunching up in disgust. Jim laughed. "You know what, I don't want to know."
We washed and cleaned these disgusting plates and we wear nearly finished. Silver returned with a load more to clean. Jim glared at Silver, and Silver chuckled.
"It's getting late, I wouldn't dilly-dally if I were you two," Silver said, as he left to do whatever he does. Jim grunted, taking a pot and beginning to clean it. I snickered at Jim.
"What? You're doing it too," Jim stated.
"I know, I know, but come on. You gotta admit, you're so cute when you're annoyed," I said, pinching, his cheeks just to bug him.
"I am not cute," Jim grumbled, his cheeks redder than a tomato, as he pushed my hand away.
"You're like an annoying little sister I never want to have," Jim stated.
"Why do you get to be the older brother?" I asked.
"Clearly because I'm more mature, smarter and I'm older than you," Jim stated.
"You may be smarter and a month older, but you mature? I doubt it. I think you act more like the annoying little brother that's just so much fun to tease. And besides, you don't mean that. Deep, deep down you love me," I said. "Admit it."
"I love you," he said in monotone and stuck his tongue out at me. I grinned, and playfully grabbed him in a bear hug, ruffling his hair. "Can't breathe…"
"Sorry about that," I said, letting him go. We then continued to clean the dishes.
Jim passed out when we were nearly done. I had to finish the rest, as he lay passed out on a large bowl. To be honest, it was nice not to hear his complaining for once and he looked so innocent asleep. He looked so different from his lively, rebellious self. Why do people asleep are more innocent then when they're awake? I sighed, and left Jim there. As much as I knew he was gonna be sore tomorrow sleeping in that position, but he's pretty heavy to carry. I patted his head gently, before heading off to sleep in my hammock.