I Don't Care
"So, what's the point of dragging me out here when Rocco could come out and kill me? Do you hate me that much, Steph? That's just painful," I said, playfully shoving her to the side. She barely moved. She was starting to get depressed again. I could barely handle her when she was going through her normal emotions.
"Nothing. I already told you that you wouldn't et hurt while you're with me. No one would dare touch you while I'm still alive. Not anymore," she said, turning away from me. She was looking down at the remains of our breakfast with a sad, distant expression clouding her features. It was as if something like this had happened earlier and certain things that were happening now were reminding her of past experiences. Her internal pain was almost too much to handle.
"Well then, come on. If I have free reign over all of this, then how come I haven't gotten the grand tour yet?" I urged, trying to herd her out into the sunshine where everything seemed to be a little happier. She sighed and started shoving her way out of the bush. As she entered the backyard again, she turned to me with a half smile on her face. I caught my breath. Damn, she was amazing.
"Oh, and Jake. I'm not depressed. Just thinking," she teased, walking back toward the glass door we'd exited from, with me scrambling my way through leaves and branches trying to follow her as fast as I could. I'd forgotten about the whole mind-reading thing. Again.
As we walked through the grass, she tried to explain to me what peoples schedules usually looked like in the house.
"Some of them take classes online at night, so they'll do the course and leave the homework for the next night when they don't have anything to do. They'll have dinner, play a few video games, read, pretty much any kind of entertainment, we can offer it," she said, gesturing to the T.V. room window we were passing by. "Werewolves do it during the day and vampires at night when it's less sunny. You've seen what happens to them." She shot me an annoyed look, as if it were all my fault what was going on here.
"So, you're saying that I can do almost anything that I want without getting in trouble for it?" I asked, looking at her with wide eyes. She merely shrugged.
"Pretty much. I don't care," she said.
"Cool."