Pepper: Hellur, I have returned. :3 Guess what? WE'VE REACHED THE TENTH CHAPTER! *throws confetti and streamers* :D
Gold: Does that mean we get presents? :D
Silver: No.
Pepper: ...Sorry, Gold... Anyway here's a new chapter for you guys. ^w^ Hurray for scary movies!
Gold: lolwhut? .-.
So, you can imagine what the next morning was like, can't you? You're supposing that I woke up all cuddly with Silver and everything was rainbows and chocolate birds, aren't you? Well, you're right about the cuddly part, sort of… See, Silver may have tolerated me sleeping on his stomach because that's a dog thing, you know? But when I woke up, I'd wormed my way under the covers, had my arms around his middle, and my head in the crook of his neck. That's not a normal dog thing, okay?
The only thing I decided was good about this situation was the fact that Silver wasn't awake. Yet. And I would have just moved very slowly and quietly, but he'd decided to hug back in his sleep, so I was going nowhere fast unless he woke up. And I was not eager to see his reaction when he woke up. It was still early, but I had no idea when Silver normally got up, so I was just kind of frozen. In the end, I decided to try to sleep again, so Silver could be angry and I would only be half-awake for the duration of his wrath.
I woke up again when I felt him move. I had loosened my grip on him, so when he sat up, I didn't go with him. He seemed tense, but I assumed he thought I was asleep. He kind of just sat there, and I could feel his eyes on me, so, naturally, I got nervous. It was hard not to fidget, or try to look at his face, and even harder not to flinch when I felt his hand touch just behind my uninjured ear. It twitched reflexively and his hand jerked away. I opened my eyes to make it look like that had been what woke me up and glanced at him. He'd stood up and was crossing the room to get some fresh clothes.
I sat up and noticed my hat was missing and my goggles had fallen around my neck. Silver gave me a sidelong glance and then disappeared into the bathroom. Moments later, I heard the shower running. I sighed in relief and looked around for my hat, locating it at the foot of the bed, though I had no idea how it ended up over there. I took advantage of Silver's absence from the room to change into a pair of dark grey shorts and goldish colored t-shirt before putting the red jacket back on, then I fixed my goggles and hat.
Silver was still in the shower from what I could hear, so I just stretched out on his bed again to wait. It wasn't long 'til I heard the water shut off and soon after, Silver came out, wearing a simple red shirt and long purple jeans. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and soaking wet. I stared at him, a smile starting to split my face as a laugh started trying to force its way up. Silver gave me his most potent death glare, and I should have died on the spot.
"Don't. Say. Anything." He spat. A giggle escaped my mouth felt like I was going to explode if I kept the laughter down any longer.
"But…why? I thought you didn't want it up?" I managed to force out without too much giggling. His cheeks darkened ever so slightly.
"Because, it keeps it off my back until it's dry." He snapped.
"What about one of those air-dryer thingies?" I teased. He continued glaring at me.
"It's noisy and irritating, so I prefer not to bother with it." He said. I grinned at him.
"It's still funny." I replied. He glared at me some more, then lunged forward and snatched my hat off my head, taking my goggles with it. Victoriously, he put it on his head; only, he was wearing it forwards.
"Hey! Give that back! You're wearing it wrong anyway!" I exclaimed, unable to hide the slight whine to my voice. I leaped at him, making a wild grab for it, but he moved just out reach. I gave him a death stare of my own.
"Aw, did I make the puppy angry?" He teased, his lips curling into a smirk.
"Silver, I promise, you do not want to play this game with me." I warned. I smiled at him grimly.
"Actually, I do. Bring it, pipsqueak." He taunted. I shook my head just a bit. I warned him… I thought. Without a second of hesitation, I lunged for him again, this time catching him off-guard. He moved away just moments before I reached where he's previously been standing. He stuck his tongue out from his new place by the window. With a small growl, I crossed the space between us and made a grab for the hat again. He ducked under my arm and sat on the bed.
"You suck at this." He said.
"I'm not trying. Yet." I snapped. I ran at him, and surprisingly enough he made no effort to dodge away. But he definitely miscalculated my strength because I knocked him over and we both hit the floor. It turned into a wrestling match as we both tried to come out on top. It wasn't until we'd rolled across the room, and he managed to get me pinned down that I actually noticed he didn't even have my hat anymore.
"I win." He said. His knees held my arms at my sides while his own arms were crossed over his chest. His hair had fallen loose – probably when I'd pulled at it – and now fell down to just below his shoulders, framing his face perfectly. His eyes gleamed with triumph and sparks of playfulness.
"Let me up." I said seriously. My mind was wandering into dangerous territory. I was sure he hadn't noticed, but the position we were in was rather suggestive, too, so it was most unhelpful.
"You know, I was expecting more out of you; what with how you were acting all high and mighty." He said, ignoring my request. I started to turn red.
"You had the upper hand because I'm smaller than you." I muttered, looking at the wall. His smirk turned into a tiny smile.
"Sure, whatever." He stood up, and I climbed to my feet as well. I was relieved to put some distance between us; just because I've admitted to myself that I like Silver in that way does not mean I want him to notice. That might ruin everything. I grabbed my hat from where it had been abandoned in the middle of the floor and put it back on my head – backwards; the way it was supposed to be.
"Where're my goggles?" I wondered aloud. Silver was brushing his hair back into the ponytail because it was still damp.
"I have them." He said. I held out my hand.
"I'll be wanting them back now." I said. He pulled them from off his neck and handed them over. I placed them securely over my hat. The maid came in then to announce breakfast.
The rest of the day passed rather lazily after breakfast. Gold insisted we play video games, and we did; for hours until my father finally insisted we either go outside with our yelling or find something quieter to do. Typical parent behavior, I suppose. But Gold dragged me outside and all through the woods that surrounded my home. We ended up lost for at least an hour before Gold decided to just follow our own scent trail back the way we'd come. I decided that as interesting as the woods were, I wasn't planning to revisit them soon.
By the time we actually got back to the house, the maid welcomed us back warmly, informing us that the cooks had prepared us lunch. Gold ate the rather simple meal like he'd never see food again. I pointed it out to him, but he just rolled his eyes and showed me what he currently had in his mouth. I gave him a glare and ignored him for the rest of the time at the table. He seemed particularly unsettled by my indifference and silence, so I decided to keep that in mind for future reference.
The afternoon was passed just as pointlessly as the morning. I was reading while Gold entertained himself with a random notebook he'd found in one of the drawers of my night side tables and a green pen. He got bored with that after a while, though, and started pestering me.
"If I threw a tennis ball to the other side of the room, would you chase it?" I asked him suddenly. He was in the middle of telling me…something… I hadn't been paying the least bit of attention. He kind of just sat there with his face steadily turning redder and redder.
"N-no. Well, I mean, I don't – Actually, I've n-never had occasion to t-try it. I mean, no one's ever thrown a ball in front of me before. Why?" He stumbled over his words, his eyes wide and never breaking away from mine.
"I just wondered if that might let me read my book in peace." I muttered, and started reading again. He rolled his eyes and started drawing in the notebook, apparently getting the message. The silence lasted for about twenty minutes or so before he got bored again, and decided to bug me some more. The time before dinner was spent with him making conversation and me pretending to listen.
After dinner, he came up with this truly awful idea.
"Silver, let's watch a scary movie." An evil grin stretched across his face.
"That's an awful idea." I told him.
"It's a great idea; unless you're chicken." He teased, crossing his arms over his chest. I gave him my best indifferent stare.
"No. I just don't want to watch one." I said. I really wasn't scared. It's just that my last horror movie experience was rather traumatizing, but not because of the movie. Blue acted like a freakin' lunatic, and every little noise made her squeal, or jump, or cling to me, and on more than one occasion she flat out screamed over her own shadow.
"You're just scared." Gold insisted. I glared at him.
"Fine. I'll watch your dumb scary movie, but you better not act like a girl about every little creak you hear afterwards." I snapped. He bounced in place excitedly and let me lead the way to the room with the TV. I dug through our DVD's 'til I found something that looked promising. It was called "Pet Sematary." Gold started a pile for the ones he wanted to watch, that one being the first. The next was something called "Grave Encounters," then "Paranormal Activity," then the one I watched with Blue, "The Exorcist." I didn't think that one was very scary; it was just kind of strange.
Gold settled on something called "Shark Night," though.
"I hate sharks." He said as he put it in. I rolled my eyes and settled on one of the far ends of the couch.
"You don't make any sense." I replied. He pressed "play" as the main menu came up, and then hopped up next to me on the couch. The movie started with a girl and someone I assumed was her boyfriend. He messed with her and then ran out of the water to get something. When he came back, the girl had been devoured. Gold's eyes were glued to the screen. The whole movie was full of gruesome shark attacks, and it turned out that they had been put in the salt water lake so some crazy people could get some good shark attack footage for TV. I wasn't impressed, but Gold was shaken up some. He insisted we watch another before we went to bed, though, so I picked "Pet Sematary." Halfway through, I realized I'd seen it before, and Gold looked horrified throughout the movie. Especially whenever the cat came on-screen.
After that one was over, I lead the way back to my room for bed. Gold followed silently. We both got ready for bed hastily and went to sleep in our separate beds. Meaning, I was in mine, and Gold was on his mattress thing. I was just dozing off when I was rather rudely jolted back into consciousness when Gold landed on my mid-section.
"Silver, help me; it's a shark! I'm gonna die!"
"Jesus Christ, Gold, what the hell are you talking about!"
Pepper: I hate sharks, too. So much. I'm, like, irrationally terrified of them. Like, one time, I got pulled out (not very far, really, now that I look back on it...) in the ocean by a kind of bigish - not really, it was just taller than me - wave, and my feet couldn't touch the bottom anymore, and I got stuck. But I wasn't afraid of losing the energy to keep my head up, I was afraid that there were sharks coming to get me. o_o My fear of losing a limb to a shark is greater than my fear of drowning.
Gold: Saying the wave is taller than you isn't saying much. I mean, I bet you're even shorter than me. Or John from Homestuck. He's friggen short, man.
Silver: Right, this conversation is useless, and nobody cares about your irrational fear of sharks.
Pepper: Okay... T^T Here's some cake to celebrate my first story to reach its tenth chapter. Don't forget to review on your way out. TwT