Common Interests
I sat cross-legged on the not-as-big-as-Caine's desk in the smaller-than-Caine's office. Drake was still talking with Caine and Diana was with Computer Jack leaving me all alone in the office that Drake had claimed but it was actually the office that belonged to my father before he disappeared with the others. It was small and plain with one plant in the corner, fake no doubt and the shades were pulled down blocking out the sunlight. The room fit my father very well: plain, boring and fake.
I uncrossed my legs and let them drop over the side of the desk as I leaned back on my hands; my plain brown eyes following one of the blades of the fan above the desk. It was slow and easy to follow but also made me rather dizzy. Even the voice that interrupted my boredom warned me, "You're going to fall off the desk if you keep staring at that thing."
Let's make this real clear, let's not get ideas
bout seeing you and me as a permanent plan
We bicker, we fight we argue all night and
I don't think a future bodes well with that
You constantly complain I bring on your migraines
You in turn spawn mine
I blinked my eyes a few times until I made sure I wasn't seeing two of everything. After all, who would want to see two Drakes? Frightening thought even if he was rather handsome. Once I regained control over my vision, I looked at him, "Thanks for the warning."
"Well I don't want you hurt before training," he sneered. "Then you'd be absolutely useless to me."
"Oh, how horrible," I rolled my eyes at him as I sat up straight. He just shot a look at me but said nothing as he sat down on the chair behind the desk. The chair I had seen my own father sit in many times before. Except when he sat down, it was different.
Her father normally sat behind the desk with a sense that it was his job and with incredible boredom. There was no respect for him behind that desk, why would there be? He was weak and did everything everyone told him to do. Yet, with Drake, just his sitting posture demanded respect. I knew I made the right choice in being upfront with Diana and following her into the town hall right to Caine's office, which was previously the previous mayor's office. Although, I did not like Caine all too much, the boy was arrogant and risky but better than Sam.
"Indeed," Drake grimaced, "Now get off my desk."
"Aye aye, Merman," I jumped off with a smile. I loved my own random witty names I ended up giving people; I used to do it all the time with my older sister's slutty friends.
I annoy you so much that you froth at the mouth
And I don't think that's a good sign, oh no it's like a...
Psycho diner waitress on a blind date with a New York tipper
Narcoleptic hand model learning how to use a chipper
Jesse Helmes in Frisco, Mormons at a disco ladies night
Caught with an Amway salesman in a broken elevator
Baby back ribs on a cheese bun served up at a sader
We're oil and water, though sometimes I'll concur
We fit right.
"What did you call me?" he narrowed his eyes on me.
"Merman-
"It's Merwin-
"I know, Merman," I poked and prodded waiting for the reaction that was supposed to come. Anger, I wanted to see just how far I could push him without him turning completely 'psycho' on me, as Diana had told me. "Now, is there anything I can be doing right now?"
"Leaving me alone," he snapped.
"Apart from that," I rolled my eyes.
"Then no," he had a smug look on his face as he leaned on his elbows on the desk. "Go pester someone else."
"I didn't know I was pestering you," I made my way to the couch off to the side and sat there. Leaning back, I put my legs up and stretch out my arms as if I were tired and ready to take a nap. Actually, I was showing off my rather fine body figure that I was incredibly proud of and no guy could resist looking. Not even psychopaths like Drake Merwin.
Your voice is annoying your manner is cloying,
Every thought process starts with I, me, mine.
You say that I'm anal, conversantly banal
I think the same of you but man, you sure look fine
As for common interests, there's nothing we've got
I'm well bred and you're well, not
My deepest conversation with you
Was when you were unconscious in the ICU, but it's usually like. . .
A dozen lonely belly dancers stranded at a monastery
Lactose intolerant Hindu working at a dairy
Chile without Bean-o, Carmelites in Reno Friday night
Acrophobic Hydrophobes trekkin to Niagara Falls
Ex-klepto self help groups with meetings held in shopping malls
We're oil and water, though sometimes I'll concur
We fit right
Drake took some time responding to my comment, causing me to look over just in time to see him with a dazed look on his face. I smirked, "See something you like, Merman?"
This snapped him right out of his thoughts; he scowled at me, "In your dreams Jess."
"What a great comeback."
"Better than yours."
"You wish Merman."
"Shut it Jess."
"Make me Merman."
"You're lucky that Caine has some use for you or I would blow your head right off," he growled threateningly. That was it, a death threat, which is as far as I am pushing him.
"If you say so," I yawned honestly tired now. My eyes went around the room and realized just how plain it was. "Drake, you should get a TV in here if you really want me to stop 'pestering' you. Give me Saw I and II, and you won't hear a peep out of me."
"…you watch Saw?" this caught Drake's attention, which did not surprise me but I would like to watch some horror movie about now.
But oh lord, I'm lost when you open your arms and beckon me in its
Amazing how you make me forget all our differences for at least 12 minutes
But it's usually like
Woodshop workshops at a halfway house for hemophiliacs
Bellevue kitchen worker with just a touch of anthrax
Pyromaniac firefighters heading up a defilade
Jim Jones trading card in every can of cherry Kool-Aid
…
"I watch everything, but lately I've been into Saw but I prefer Psycho, a classic," I shrugged but grinned at the last part, "No one can even hold a candle to Hitchcock's films."
It was true, ever since I saw Psycho all by myself while my parents were gone for the weekend, and my sister was babysitting me. I wasn't supposed to watch it since I was six years old that time but I couldn't resist after I heard what it was about. Some thought I was odd for watching it but I could care less, it was my interest, meaning none of their business.
"Which is your favorite part?" he leaned back into the chair, his gray eyes still on me. I focused on his shark-face and saw a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.
"The killing scene, what else? Other than the deranged man himself, what other good parts to a movie is there?" I sat up quickly with a frown.
"The way he or she kill the person," Drake pointed out.
"Well that is in the killing scene," I crossed my arms, "Along with the screams and massive amounts of blood."
This comment seemed to brighten him up causing me to roll my eyes, what a weirdo but I was one to speak. I guess freaks just attract freaks, although I am freaky in more ways than just sadism. I did have my supernatural powers and my knack for bursting out in random songs under immense pressures, more often than not; it turned out to be Disney songs. I still remembered my embarrassing speech in front of the whole school here in Perdido Beach, started singing a song from The Lion King. Never lived it down since then, thankfully no one was smart enough to actually figure out a taunting nickname for me.
"I'll look into getting a TV in here but only if it shuts you up," he suddenly turned away from me. I raised an eyebrow at him confused if something was wrong, maybe the boy is bi-polar. Who knows, I just met him and most of my info on Drake was from Diana. Caine was self-centered so he mainly talked about himself when she had her first meeting with me. However, a rather civil tone snapped me out of my thoughts. "Stop daydreaming, and follow me."
"Follow you where?" I stood up as he walked on towards the door.
"Target practice," he grinned manically frightening me quite a bit but I did as he said for my curiosity that might just end up getting me killed.
We're oil and water, though sometimes, I'll concur . . .
We fit right.
Hope you liked it, who ever is reading that is. I do not own Gone nor the song We Fit Right. I don't own the song from the last chapter either...^^" I need to start getting used to disclaiming things...although it should be obvious that I own none of the stuff apart from my OC's. -_-"