"And good morning, now we bring to you Haerts with 'Giving up'."
My alarm clock sang out. What is this crap? Oh well, I'm too lazy to change it. I decided to humor the farmer by wearing a black and grey plaid shirt, with Wrangler jeans and some black cowboy boots.
I looked in the mirror and chuckled to myself, while shaking my head. Damn the country folk and their plaid-ness.
"Not all country men wear that." Sam said, appearing beside me.
"Awww, but you sure did." I answer pointing to the clothes he was wearing before he died. He wore a blue plaid shirt with dark Levi jeans and some tan colored cowboy boots.
"That's different." he said, a little touchy.
"Oh, I hit a nerve, didn't I?" I smirked.
"Shut up!" he growled.
"Ooh, such a potty mouth you've got today." I laughed, as I grabbed my crap.
"Why are you doing this? Why must you work at her farm?" Sam said in a pleading voice.
"One, I like to mess with your little girlfriend, don't know why but it's fun. Two, you don't want me too. Three, the damn farmer doesn't believe I can do it. Four, you want me to be close to your girlfriend... What does it matter anyway?" I questioned.
He averted his gaze, "No reason."
" Oh I get it! You feel replaced." I smirked, "you don't want me to have everything you had."
"Shut the hell up, and let's go" Sam growled.
I grabbed my keys and locked my door. I couldn't help the smile, when I saw my beautiful grey mustang Gt parked right outside my apartment. I jumped in and drove to Iz's house, thinking about all the shit I was doing just to get in one broken girl's pants. And wanting to strangle myself for it.
Upon driving through the little Iron Gate, I saw Paul plowing the fields. He stopped and looked up. He smiled and waved at me. That's odd. Why is he so happy to see me? I turn and look at his car and see all the sticky notes gone. Hmm, I wonder how he did that! I walked out to join him and he showed me how things were ran. Every once in a while I'd glance up and notice him smiling at me, I guess in praise?
" What are you looking at?" I asked, kind of weirded out.
"Nothing. It's just great that you don't suck at this like the other people do. They always complain." Paul said shrugging.
We continue to work in silence, until I heard the screen door open and heard an angel's voice singing, "Now I'm a stranger in my own world. It's not your fault that I can't use words"
I look up to see Iz dressed in this some khaki colored skinny jeans, some dark brown tall boots, and a dark cream cami that hugged her curves perfectly, with a dark brown cover up, but a dark red belt was around her waist.
Hmm, wearing a little color for once. Red looks real good on her. I listened to her sing and I recognized the song she was singing from this morning.
"Your eyes a force I can't fight. Never touching, they're dark as night ." she sang as she walked to this area that looked like a bunch of crap. "Holding on to a stranger, I know I'm gone."
Without even noticing, I started softly singing the song with her as I continued to work. "The highest love isn't always the best. Racing my heart beats through my chest."
I heard her stop and I looked up at her and she was smiling at me. "You know Haerts?"
I smiled back, liking to see her smile that big. Wait what? No! This is not you Demetri! You just want to screw her and that's it. Nothing else. Don't think of her as anything else.
"Somewhat." I answered snippily.
She nodded a somewhat sad nod, before sitting down singing "I'm giving up say it's now or never."
"She's singing." Paul said in quiet surprise, "It's been a while since she has done that."
I look at the broken girl sitting on the ruins of crap. She was talking to herself …or was she? Sam was beside her but refused to touch her as she spoke, "Sam, it's me again. You wouldn't believe what happened yesterday. This new guy named Demetri totally pranked Paul's truck and Paul didn't kill him. There's a first for everything."
I had a gut feeling she did this a lot. And it felt… private. Like I wasn't supposed to hear anything. I look to Paul and saw that he ignored her and continued to work. But I could also tell that he was partly listening.
"The stupid cat keeps hanging around me. I've started sleeping with a knife under my pillow to scare him away when he tries to cuddle with me. Don't worry it's fake, but the idiotic cat doesn't need to know that." she said in a rush as if she could feel Sam' disapproval.
She sighed "Jessica got her self a new guy. It's that new kid, Demetri, that I told you about."
Sam's eyes snapped up to me and I just kind of shrugged and continued to work as he glared daggers at me.
"Oh and he kissed me." she whispered. The undead/dead man's eyes were on fire now. I just kind of chuckled." I gave him the face though and Paul tackled him... And... I kind of got drunk that night."
Sam's glare turned from me to her. Oh, I knew if he were alive he would be yelling and shaking her and probably kicking her cute little ass, but he let her continue as he stared at her in silence, and the tension she felt made her squirm. "But don't get mad. Paul punished me bad enough. He made me work on the farm at two in the morning with a bad hangover and made me go to school and work again on the farm later that night."
When she somehow still felt his disapproval, she changed the subject, "Speaking of working on the farm, Demetri now works here. I don't know what to say to that, to tell you the truth. And..."
She suddenly stopped and I looked up in alarm at her, until I realized she was looking down at her lap, where the cat was laying. She shoved the cat off her and stalked off to another direction. Sam followed close behind her, along with the cat, and at that moment I had the strange feeling of wanting to kill the cat for her.
I shook my head and continued to work until I heard a cat yowl loudly. And Paul dropped his plow and started running to the side of the barn, and I followed. I dropped to the ground laughing, when I saw Iz chasing the cat with a water hose and Sam following after her trying with all his might to turn the water off. Oh sure, you can stop a car but not a water hose! Some ghostly power you have there!
Paul turned off the water instead and yanked the hose out of Iz's hands.
"Would you quit torturing the cat?" he yelled at her.
"Would the cat quit torturing me?" she countered.
"How is the cat torturing you?" He glowered at her, "All he wants is your affection and love. You know he misses Sam too!"
Her mouth dropped and so did Sam's and to be honest mine did too. Who in the hell does he think he is? I stood up and smacked him in the back of the head.
"Really dude? That was not ok." I said.
I looked back at Iz and she had tears in her eyes. Paul instantly started trying to apologize but it was too late.
"No, you don't get to talk about Sam. This cat is the reason he's dead and you know damn well why I hate it, so either get rid of it or I will." She growled with tears in her eyes.
She was crying and I knew she wouldn't be stopping any time soon. I pulled her into my arms and started rubbing her back, as I suggested that Paul left for now and he did. Now the only thing is, how do I stop her from crying anymore? Man, I've never been good with this touchy feely stuff.
