It took me a minute to process what was happening. I quickly pushed Steve a way from me an stood up. I started to say something but then stopped. Steve stat there with a dazed look on his face. " I rubbed that back of my neck. " What artifact did you touch? Do you feel okay? We need to get to the Warehouse now." I started to freak out. I quickly walked over and pulled him to his feet. I turned around and headed to the back door. Once at the door, I waited for Steve to come but he just stood there. I sighed and went in side. If Steve was not worried about this. I shouldn't be, but I was. I walked up the stairs and then realized I left my guitar outside. I mental yelled at my self and walked back down the stairs to find Steve standing in the living with the instrument that I left out on the porch.
"Thanks." I told Steve as I took my guitar out of his hands. " Why did you .…..um, never mind. I am just going to go to bed." I said quickly as I ran back up the stairs. I set my guitar in my room ans head to the bathroom and washed my face off and brushed my teeth. Steve was gay, but he kissed me. Unless he was lying to be about he gay thing. But he is a horrible lier. My mind kept racing and coming up with all different type a reason why my gay best friend would kiss me. But nothing would add up. I knew that he thought I was beautiful, but everyone knew that. I finished up in the bathroom and then headed back to my room and got my pajamas on.
I turned on my ceiling fan and my floor fan. Quietly I turned off the TV. I walked over to my bed and moved Dakota over some so I had room to lay down. I took my room of the night stand and plugged it into charge. I mental check off everything to make sure that I did not for get something. I laid down on the bed and sighed in relief. Today had to be the worlds longest day ever. I glanced over at my clock to see what time it was. It was about one in the morning. Which was kinda early for me to be going to bed. "Mom," Dakota whispered quietly as she sat up.
" I am here." I told her as I sat up with her. " What is it?" I asked her. I ran my hands through her brown hair. "I was just wondering where Steve was." She told me as she laid back down and pulled the covers up to her chin. I looked down at her with confusion. I laid back down by her and tried to get to sleep. But my mind was still to a wake. "Why do you want to know where Steve is?" I asked her a few minutes later. Kota shrugged her shoulders and turned over on her left side.
"I thought that you guys were together. Like Josh and Saige were." Dakota said to me. I did not know how to reply that. I just laid there is shock. My five year old daughter knew more about people and relationships then any five year old I have ever met. "Mom can I have some water I am thirsty." Kota asked me. I told her I would be right back with it. I got out of the bed and walked downstairs to find Pete in the kitchen warming up is sandwich. "Hey Claude." Pete said as he grabbed his sandwich out of the microwave and started to eat it
"Hey Pete. Dakota needed some water." I told him as I walked over and grabbed a cup out of the cabinet above the sink. "Can you get me some ice?" I asked Pete as I handed him the cup. He nodded his head and walked over to the freezer. Pete had set his sandwich on the counter while he was get the ice. I slowly reached over and grabbed it. Pete had always made the best sandwiches. I set the sandwich behind me on the counter. "Here's you ice, my lady." Pete said as he bowed down and handed me the cup. "Thanks." I said as I grabbed the cup and filled it with water.
"Claude, give me back the sandwich and no one gets hurt." Pete said as he gabbed the Nurf gun that was laying on the counter from the last Nurf war we had.
"Never," I said as I grabbed the sandwich and made a run for it. I ran into the living room, which was a stupid idea. I ran past the coffee table, only to trip on the rug. The glass cup fell out of my hand and shattered on the floor. The sandwich was still in my hand when I fell. My hand caught my fall. I could feel the glass slice my hand that did not have the sandwich in it. Pete came running in a minute later. "Claude, are you okay." He asked me as he help me up off the floor.
"Yeah I'm fine. But I would not eat that sandwich." I told him as I looked at the cuts on my palm. They was bleeding pretty bad. " I will get the broom." I walked over to the hall closet and grabbed the broom. I handed the broom to Pete. " Can you clean it up. I need to go fix my hand." I asked him. He said he would do it. I thanked him and walked over the downstairs bathroom and began cleaning the cuts on my palm. I grabbed some gaze out of the cabinet and wrapped my hand with it. Steve was going to give me crap about this tomorrow.
Once I was done, I went back to the living room, only to find it empty and it looked liked nothing happened. I made a metal note to thank Pete later and I went to the kitchen and got Dakota her water and then went back up staris.